"Unity of Heaven and Man, with a Yang Spirit nurtured within. Junior Brother Chen could easily slay demonic sect True Lords just after attaining Nascent Soul. Such talent and combat prowess far surpass mine. Truly admirable."
Xin Yu took the initiative to change how she addressed Chen Beiwu, calling him junior brother rather than Dao Child.
"Indeed. Junior Brother Chen deserves the greatest credit for breaking the deadlock, securing victory, and ensuring Yun Xi and Yu Qianpo never escaped." Zhu Jinglong nodded slightly, speaking from the heart.
Slaying a Nascent Soul True Lord was no easy feat.
Since the Third Realm War began, only a handful of Nascent Soul True Lords had fallen on the front lines—no more than could be counted on one hand, and most had been at the Nascent Soul early stage. Yet today alone, two demonic sect True Lords at the Nascent Soul middle stage had fallen.
One could well imagine that once this news spread, the name of Mirror Moon Dao Child Chen Zi'ang would resound throughout Yellow Expansion, Western Expansion, and Diyan, stirring enormous waves. "You flatter me, Senior Brother, Senior Sister," Chen Beiwu said modestly.
"There is no need for such modesty, Junior Brother. Strength is strength, and weakness is weakness."
Zhu Jinglong shook his head, swept his gaze across the devastated Blood-Weeping River, and turned to business.
"The demonic sect timed and positioned this ambush perfectly. They were clearly well prepared. Most likely, someone high up within our sect has betrayed us." "You're right, Senior Brother. Without a traitor colluding with them, the demonic sect True Lords could never have known we would be here and laid an ambush in advance."
Xin Yu snorted coldly and looked toward the Mirror Moon Sect. "To prevent word from leaking, we had best return immediately,