Whenever Star Lord Chonghua came up, the immortals in heaven found they could not come up with a single word that described him accurately.
Though Star Lord Chonghua held an exalted position, his whereabouts were elusive. Even the doors of his divine palace stayed tightly shut year after year. Few had ever seen him, but of course, no one had ever questioned his prowess in battle, either.
Later, when the Divine Realm compiled the Records of the Ten Thousand Gods, they found themselves at a loss when it came to introducing Star Lord Chonghua. In the end, they could only invent lavish praise such as "steadfast in loyalty and integrity, unblemished in conduct, and intolerant of treachery."
Yinghuo knew better. Since when had that fellow possessed such lofty virtue, pure as a cooling breeze? He was nothing but a petty, small-minded wretch who quibbled over every little thing!
What sort of person was Star Lord Chonghua, really?
Perhaps even he could not say for certain.
Qin Ge watched that scarlet figure charge into the Demon-Subduing Sword Formation. In that moment, he, who had always been indifferent to everything, felt panic for the first time.
He reached out to catch Ning Xiang, but all he managed to tear away was a scrap of cloth.
Qin Ge had witnessed the power of the Demon-Subduing Sword Formation before.
When Great Emperor Qinghua had sealed the Demon God, he had expended more than half his cultivation, forcing him to remain in seclusion for the next six thousand years. Ning Xiang and Su Lang were now merely ordinary cultivators. How could they possibly survive?
Qin Ge had no time to think further. His hands formed seals, and spiritual light transformed into flying leaves and vines, trying to pull Ning Xiang out, only to be shredded