No one had expected a fight between two people to end up dragging in all eight people other than Su Jiu.
Wei Qian had already lost his mind and acted purely on instinct, barely distinguishing friend from foe as he slashed at anyone he saw.
During his fight with Chu Luohen, his reckless attacks sent a streak of sword qi condensed from demonic qi hurtling straight toward Gu Ningyun.
How could Si Que let that sword qi hurt Gu Ningyun? He intervened without a second thought, turning the fight into two against one.
But Wei Qian, whose divine soul had been corroded by demonic qi, was hardly so easy to deal with. Though his swordsmanship had no order whatsoever, he was far, far stronger than he had been before the corruption.
Even Chu Luohen and Si Que together could do nothing to him.
Because Wei Qian's destructive power was so great, Chu Luohen and Si Que could only lure him away from the formation. Along the way, however, Wei Qian recklessly swung out sword qi laced with demonic qi, striking quite a few bystanders, including Zhu Jie, who had tried to watch the spectacle.
And so the scene descended into chaos.
Everyone was trying to subdue Wei Qian, leaving him with no thought of destroying the formation.
After all, the current "him" acted entirely on instinct.
During the fight, Si Que noticed Chu Luohen's swordsmanship several times. The spiritual qi within it was so pure that he had rarely encountered its like in his life. The first person whose spiritual qi had given him that same impression of purity had been Su Jiu, who shared his lineage.
It had to be said that the purer the spiritual qi, the more fiercely it suppressed demonic qi. By now, the sword in