Chu Xingchen ignored everyone around him and shot away in a streak of rainbow light.
His powerful nascent soul aura spilled out in full, bringing everyone who had been about to blindly block his way to a halt.
He was also well versed in his second disciple's cultivation technique. Under normal circumstances, it did not alter spiritual energy; it remained ordinary spiritual energy.
Only when he prepared to fight seriously, and the blood qi in his body naturally mingled with his spiritual energy, would this blood-tinged spiritual power appear.
Although he did not know exactly what had happened, his disciple was clearly preparing to fight for his life.
All he could say was that he had not arrived too late.
Chu Xingchen sent his divine sense ahead and quickly grasped the situation.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator and three Golden Core cultivators were surrounding and attacking his second disciple.
Just as he arrived, a flying sword rose swiftly into the air over the battlefield within his divine sense, then rapidly split into a thousand blades.
The silver swords swirling across the sky quickly formed a Sword Formation.
It seemed to solidify space. They had probably come prepared, intending to block the Thousand-Mile Teleportation Talisman he had given his disciple.
Sword after sword crashed toward Li Xingtian within his divine sense like a pounding torrential downpour.
At the center of the sword formation, blood qi shrouded Li Xingtian. He held the Spirit Treasure Chu Xingchen had given him, his spiritual power fluctuating wildly.
He was clearly in poor condition.
Every sword hurtled toward Li Xingtian like a streak of light.
Seeing this, Chu Xingchen unleashed his full power without hesitation. A nascent soul apparition appeared behind him, a Spirit Sword materializing in its tender little hand.
It looked as though it merely