"What have you done?"
Yang Lao burst into hearty laughter. "Naturally, I've done something tremendously good. Do you see that vortex at the formation's core? It imprisons a powerful, destructive force. The seal has been wearing it down. Since that's the case, why not put it to my use and unleash its power to the fullest?"
Chen Zui had already charged forward with his blade. The little booklet had said that at a time like this, there was no need for pointless talk—just do it!
Thus, before Yang Lao had finished boasting about his grand feat, he looked up to find a blade coming straight at him. Still, he was a Nascent Soul True Lord after all. Naturally, he would not be cut down so easily, and he even had the leisure to strike back with a killing move.
But the two of them could be considered "old opponents." Chen Zui had long since grasped this man's fighting patterns. He immediately stepped back to evade, then continued swinging his blade.
"Brat, with death staring you in the face, you still dare fight so desperately?"
Chen Zui wore an expression that said he had no idea what Yang Lao was talking about. "You're the one with death staring you in the face. I'll kill you!" He did not understand schemes and plots. Just as Wang Li had been redeemed when he was on the brink of death, Chen Zui trusted Wen Xu's brain without reservation. All he could see was the killing intent before him; as for all the other messy matters, he left them entirely to Wen Xu and Junior Brother Bian.
All he could do was give it everything he had and kill the old thief before him.
Seeing this, Yun Zhilan immediately joined the battle with her sword.