"Jiang Changkong, Jiang Changyue—how are they flying?"
In the distance, martial artists from every side had gathered, watching the battle gravely.
If their earlier flight on swords could be blamed on the swords themselves, now there was nothing beneath Jiang Changkong's feet!
"Perhaps they have miniature flight devices," one martial artist said in a deep voice.
"That's possible. Jiang Changkong has connections with the research institute."
The martial artists came to a realization. With his connection to Professor Yun, obtaining flight devices was not impossible.
In the distance, Professor Yun remained silent. He had only given him a set of sixth-rank superior battle armor; it could not fly at all.
Heng Yongxing's expression was grave. He looked at the black-robed figure, then at the middle-aged man beside him. "Uncle De, can you capture Jiang Changyue and Jiang Changkong and find out where Xueyue is?"
"Difficult."
Heng De looked solemn, his eyes filled with gravity. "Those two will become formidable enemies for the two young ladies."
"Uncle De, if you faced one of them alone, would you be confident?" Heng Yongxing's expression darkened slightly.
"You think too highly of me. If this pill-popping Star Spirit peak doesn't leave soon, I'm afraid he'll die here. As for facing either of them alone, I can only guarantee that I'd be able to escape."
Heng De shook his head.
"Either one of them is already no weaker than Xueyue. Then he really could be the murderer." Heng Yongxing's face looked awful.
A strange look flickered across Heng De's face, but he said nothing.
As his words fell, on the battlefield—
A blade and a sword descended. The old man only had time to block the Lunar Sword. The Evening Glow Blade plunged straight into his body.
Clang!
With a thunderous crash, the old man's