Siege of Chen Qingshuang, Are You Trying to Make an Enemy of All Sword Cultivators in the World?

Chen Yuanba looked at their shrinking and hesitant demeanor, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and burst out laughing. "What? Nine Saint Emperors plus one Quasi-Emperor, and you only have this much courage?"

"Since you don't dare to make another move..."

"Then I'll just come over and find you!"

Boom!

Relying on the backing of Ancestor Blesses Me.

Chen Yuanba stepped forward once again, the projection behind him following like a shadow as his battle intent swept across the entire field like a tsunami!

That Quasi-Emperor elder's expression was as gloomy as water, staring fixedly at the projection behind Chen Yuanba, completely unable to fathom in his heart: "What on earth is the origin of that projection? Why does it possess such terrifying methods?"

"The waters of this Chen Family are far deeper than I imagined!"

He gritted his teeth, yet did not retreat.

Because he knew there was no way out of this battle.

Since they had already torn off the masks of civility, they had to completely crush these monstrous talents of the Chen Family!

"Everyone, listen to my orders!"

The Quasi-Emperor elder shouted in a deep voice.

"Do not hold back any longer! Use all your trump cards and magical treasures!"

"This Chen Yuanba summoned such a powerful projection, there must be a limit to his endurance!"

"As long as you drag it out until he is unable to maintain it, that will be his time of death!"

"As for that projection!"

"Leave it to this old man to block!"

The elder took a deep breath, the aura of the Quasi-Emperor Realm around his body soaring once again as if a dormant volcano were about to erupt.

At the same time, he took out his own trump card, an Emperor Weapon that suppressed the