"Many thanks, Senior Brother Lin."
Chen Changming smiled faintly at Lin Mengxuan's warm-hearted righteousness and expressed his gratitude.
Next.
With a flicker of his body, he flew onto Arena No. 7.
A figure flashed, and a handsome young man at the tenth level of the Golden Core realm also landed on the arena.
"Chen Shan, now that you've run into me, your winning streak should come to an end."
Qin Xiangbei wore a proud expression as he stared at Chen Changming and let out a cold laugh.
Whoosh!
With a flick of his hand, a streak of golden light shot out, transforming in midair into a massive golden sparrow.
At the same time.
Light flickered between his brows, and six natal flying swords flew out at once.
These flying swords were also Geng-Gold Swords.
Just like Chen Changming's natal flying swords.
"So this is your Thousand-Needle Blade Sparrow?"
Chen Changming smiled lightly, his gaze examining the golden sparrow before him.
The Thousand-Needle Blade Sparrow was a gold-element flying Beast. Its beak was a long, slender steel needle, and once it launched an attack, it could fire countless hard, cow-hair-thin needles.
These fine needles were comparable to flying swords.
Qin Xiangbei's expression was indifferent, his sharply defined features like an ice carving, making him appear exceptionally imposing.
"Chen Shan, my Thousand-Needle Blade Sparrow is the same rank as your Primal Magnetism Mystic Turtle. My cultivation is two minor realms above yours. You have no chance of winning—just admit defeat."
Qin Xiangbei sneered arrogantly.
"Not necessarily."
Chen Changming shook his head, the smile on his face exceedingly calm.
Sssst, sssst...
Streaks of golden light flickered between his brows, and nine flying swords shot out in an instant. Like nine nimble golden serpents, they howled as they circled above his head.
Black light