"Second Elder, go deal with him." Growing impatient, He Yanhao transmitted his voice to the Second Elder.
The Second Elder nodded slightly, then vanished in a flash.
Another sword strike slashed straight toward the West Pavilion Deacon's neck.
Suddenly, Zhou Changqing seemed to sense something. His hand holding the Overlord Sword paused for an instant before he abruptly pulled back and shot several steps backward!
At the very instant he retreated, a figure appeared where he had been standing, a hand glowing azure reaching out to seize him.
That clawing strike swept through the air, leaving an azure claw mark where Zhou Changqing's head had been!
Clearly, the newcomer's strike was vicious. He had come to take Zhou Changqing's life.
"Hmm? You actually dodged my claw. Quite the quick reaction."
Having missed his strike, the Second Elder looked slightly surprised as he turned toward Zhou Changqing, who had already stopped retreating, his expression calm.
Not only had this youth dodged an attack from a Dou Zong expert like him, but he had done so without his expression changing. He was no ordinary youth.
He was even stronger than the Second Elder had imagined.
So he really might be a prodigy from some formidable faction.
"Second Elder!"
Having escaped death, the West Pavilion Deacon felt the taut string in his heart suddenly relax. He hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting to the Second Elder.
Even now, he was still shaken.
That brat was terrifying!
He had never even had a chance to fight back.
Had the Second Elder not intervened to save him, that earlier sword strike would likely have killed him.
For a Peak Dou Emperor to die without even unleashing a single Dou Technique-what an utterly humiliating death that would have been!
The Second Elder snorted coldly. "Get back