"Are you Chen Qiye?" The question made him glance sideways slightly, exchanging a look with Fu Heng, who had come to rescue them. It was just that the eye contact between the two men was rather awkward.
"That's me."
Chen Qiye merely cast a hurried glance as well. He was already standing atop the highest flower bud. He pointed the Nameless Immortal Sword at the sky, and Divine Power throughout his body burst forth in countless rays of light.
"What are you doing? You'll die!"
Fu Heng spread the Heavenly Net, soared through the air, and intercepted a falling stream of fire. The thunderous explosion sounded like the beat of drums in rock music, carrying the rhythm of death.
Chen Qiye froze at those words. Dao patterns stirred Imperial might, and a majestic, righteous barrier of light began gathering at the tip of the Nameless Immortal Sword. Like a tide crashing upon the shore, the barrier continuously spread outward, shrouding an entire stretch of space.
"Since ancient times, who has lived forever?"
Chen Qiye wanted to grin, but a stream of fire struck the barrier, and its impact pierced straight through to his body. With a "pfft," blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
That attempt at showing off had been a failure.
Still, it was enough to leave Fu Heng stunned.
After fighting Old Man Canghai to the death, he had followed the Immortal Sword's aura here to repay Chen Qiye for saving his life. Yet he had never expected him to be such a person. In the instant he was distracted, a stream of fire swept past his side and crashed into the ground, blasting several innocent cultivators to death.
"Only you and I have reached the second level of Immortal Platform here. I'll hold up the