"What are you waiting for?"
Hearing the voice suddenly ring out behind him, Xu Chengxiu's pupils contracted, and the hand seal in his hands changed again.
But he was still a fraction too slow!
Boom!
Xu Chengxiu reeled as though struck by a heavy blow. The azure clouds above his head collapsed, and his body hurtled backward.
The residual magic power unleashed by the eruption of his aura alone utterly destroyed Danxin Pavilion.
Danxin Pavilion stood in the heart of Huidan Market, under tight security and guarded by numerous cultivators. Such an enormous disturbance was bound to attract the market's Nascent Soul True Lords.
Yet to Xu Chengxiu's astonishment, everything he had done seemed to have been in vain.
No cultivators noticed, and no powerful figures came to his aid. The entire Huidan Market seemed to have become a deathly silent immortal city.
"Cough, cough!"
Xu Chengxiu coughed twice, letting blood drip from the corner of his mouth as his divine sense locked onto the imposing figure gradually approaching through the dust.
Step!
Step!
Step!
Utterly composed, Chen Beiwu slowly walked toward Xu Chengxiu.
With his current cultivation realm, facing a Nascent Soul Late Stage True Lord across the gap in realms no longer put him under much pressure.
If he unleashed Saber Intent Soaring to the Firmament, he could even subdue one with a single slash. Naturally, he thought little of Xu Chengxiu.
"No wonder even True Lord Scarlet Dragon fell!"
Xu Chengxiu's heart sank, and his scalp prickled.
There was no other reason: he clearly sensed an indescribable threat of death emanating from Chen Zi'ang.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, why don't we discuss cooperation again?" Xu Chengxiu offered a smile.
Unlike before, this time he genuinely intended to surrender rather than stall for time.
"Want to discuss cooperation? Simple.