Jiang Chen's Evil Self resembled an ancient demon general, his blood and vitality surging skyward. Divine weapon in hand, every blow he delivered carried the terrifying force to shake the earth and mountains.
The Sword Astral Energy barrier Zhao Qingcheng had strained to raise soon shattered.
"Damn it! What the hell are you? Why are you fighting for that old Jiao? Do you know what trouble you've brought upon yourself?"
"When that master from the Artifact Gate returns from the depths of the Restricted Zone, he'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"
He had no choice but to swipe a hand across his brow and extract a black Soul Sword with a pained expression. Only then did he barely manage to hold off the offensive.
"You're about to die, yet you're still spouting so much nonsense. What, trying to round out your last words?" Jiang Chen's Evil Self hurled insults as his attacks grew even fiercer.
Zhao Qingcheng's expression immediately grew colder.
After a dozen or so exchanges, several cracks had already appeared on his black Soul Sword. It was struggling to withstand the bombardment of the Black Iron Anvil and one Supreme Powerhouse Artifact soul after another.
"Damn it! How can you use the Artifact Gate's ancestral treasure?"
"Just where did you come from? Your aura is almost identical to the Weird Objects in the Restricted Zone, and you can even... wait! Why is the Myriad Weapons Mother Anvil in your hands?!"
Only then did he suddenly realize it.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen and Tie Zhu had already appeared on the horizon.
Zhao Qingcheng glanced over, and his expression changed drastically. "It's you?!"
"The one who returned from the bottom of the Wangchuan River!"
He was clearly extremely wary of Jiang Chen. He had only attacked Tie