"You do have some ability. No wonder you dared talk so wildly."
Corpse-Ghost True Lord gave Chen Beiwu a long look, his expression returning to indifference.
Watching from the sidelines, Yu Long noticed this and frowned slightly.
Was this old fellow getting cold feet?
The next second, Corpse-Ghost True Lord took out a cloth bag, swiftly put away the Golden-Armored Corpse King, and reined in his aura.
At this strange sight, vigilance appeared in Xin Yu's eyes as she stood beside Chen Beiwu.
The four little ones-Golden Egg, Iron Egg, Zhiling, and Xuele-also looked solemn.
"Still want to fight?"
Chen Beiwu had seen through Corpse-Ghost True Lord's intentions. He raised the Profound Blade in his hand slightly, and a piercing chill instantly surged into Zhao Qianxun's heart.
"There's no need. Though you're young and only at the Nascent Soul middle stage, you're a True Lord saber cultivator with one foot in the fifth realm of the Saber Dao. You have the right to talk wildly and stand alongside me."
Zhao Qianxun shook his head slightly, making no attempt to conceal his thoughts.
The Soul Refining Sect and the Mirror Moon Sect had long held a grudge. Moreover, Chen Zi'ang was merely a Nascent Soul middle-stage cultivator he could crush at will. Zhao Qianxun saw nothing wrong with launching a sneak attack from hiding.
To put it plainly, he was only a Nascent Soul middle-stage True Lord. Zhao Qianxun could kill him whenever he pleased, without hesitation.
Unfortunately, Chen Zi'ang's saber strike just now had demonstrated sufficient strength!
Zhao Qianxun was not someone who could not accept defeat. So what if the Primordial Nether Ghost King had fallen at Chen Zi'ang's hands?
What was gone could not be recovered!
With no profit to be gained, even paying a steep price to