Mu Qingcheng glanced at the Swordsman walking over from afar, then turned her gaze back to Chenhui before her. Chenhui's expression was incomparably grave, as if he had seen some kind of monster. He had completely ignored her presence and was staring fixedly at the distant Swordsman.
Mu Qingcheng was filled with confusion.
"What's going on?"
"Just who is this person?"
At this moment, it was not only Mu Qingcheng who was shocked. Even Shenqiu Mingdong, who was directing the battle from afar, was utterly astonished.
Chenhui's strength was monstrous. Probably no one in the Purple Shadow Adventure Group doubted that Chenhui alone could wipe them all out.
Yet such a monster-like Chenhui was deeply wary of the approaching Swordsman. Their minds simply could not process it.
Moreover, it was not just Chenhui. The Star Ring members surrounding the Purple Shadow Adventure Group all had grim expressions as they cautiously watched the approaching Swordsman.
"Black Flame! What are you doing here?" Chenhui asked as he looked at Shi Feng, his voice icy.
He hated Black Flame to the bone.
He had finally managed to scheme against War Soul Unfallen and become Star Ring's vice guild leader. He had originally intended to earn Lu Xingluo's greater favor, only for Black Flame to ruin everything. In the end, Star Ring had fewer successful class advancements than both War Soul Unfallen and Crimson Emperor, and the gap had even continued to widen.
This left Lu Xingluo extremely dissatisfied with him, and Chenhui had not been entrusted with important responsibilities for quite some time.
Now that he had finally been assigned to manage the Undead Ancient Country, he had run into this jinx, Black Flame, again.
He knew Black Flame's strength well—or rather, it was impossible not to. After all, Black Flame had defeated