After venting the anger in his heart, the blue-robed old man flashed forward and flew into the pitch-black, bottomless tunnel.
A Fusion Realm cultivator's speed was astonishing. The winding, twisting path through the tunnel took him only a dozen breaths to cross.
Before long, he passed through the bend and appeared within the vast underground cavern.
"What powerful repulsive force!"
The instant the blue-robed old man stepped into the cavern, he felt a violent force shove straight at him, as though it wanted to hurl his entire body away.
He looked up and saw Chen Changming standing three zhang before the Primal Magnetism Ironstone ore wall, his body as steady as Mount Tai, utterly unmoving.
The blue-robed old man's pupils contracted slightly.
That position was so close to the stone wall that the strength of the repulsive force was easy to imagine. If he had stood there himself, he likely would not have had it much easier than this Body Cultivator.
His gaze swept over the Primal Magnetism Ironstone ore wall stained with blood, then over the shredded remnants of clothing scattered across the ground. He understood at once.
He summoned his natal Flying Sword and suspended it above his head, its tip aimed directly at Chen Changming as he coldly demanded, "Were the disciples of my Five Peaks Sword Sect killed by you?"
"That's right."
Chen Changming slowly turned around, his gaze stabbing toward the blue-robed old man like swords. His expression was calm, and his tone frank.
"Die!"
Seeing that Chen Changming, a mere Void Refinement Realm Body Cultivator, remained so arrogant even after killing someone, the blue-robed old man's fury surged. The natal Flying Sword above his head shot forth abruptly!
As it flew, the Flying Sword swelled at a terrifying rate. In the blink of an