The next morning, Chu Qingyun left the inn with the two women and hurried toward the Sacred Extreme Sect.
They traveled very quickly.
However, halfway there, he ran into several Heavenly Spirit Realm Martial Artists loitering nearby.
When they saw Chu Qingyun and the others, those people could not help frowning, their gazes carrying a measure of wariness and vigilance.
"Humph, a third-level Martial Spirit dares to wander around here? You're simply courting death. No matter who you are, it's not too late to get lost now. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
One of them shouted coldly.
Another nodded and said, "Kid, you'd better know what's good for you. Don't waste everyone's time."
Chu Qingyun swept his gaze over them, mockery appearing on his face. "What, do you think that just because you're in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, you're strong enough to crush me?"
"Hehe, even a fly could stomp you to death. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Another person sneered.
"Since that's the case, there's no need to keep you alive. I'll deal with all of you at once!"
As Chu Qingyun spoke, he flipped his palm, and a flash of cold light streaked past.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish...
In an instant, a series of tearing winds rang out.
Five or six streams of Sword Qi shot explosively from Chu Qingyun's hand, piercing through the air and slashing fiercely into those five people.
Those five had never expected this third-level Martial Spirit to attack so suddenly. Caught off guard, they were immediately slain by Chu Qingyun.
Chu Qingyun casually swung his long blade, reaping their lives.
"What? He killed a third-level Martial Spirit in one move? Is that real?"
"Impossible! How could he be so powerful?"
"I don't believe it!"
Seeing Chu Qingyun effortlessly