"Can't kill you?"
Qing Chen repeated those words, as though savoring a joke. This was only the level of Southern Yue's Yinshi Marquis. He himself had possessed that sort of combat strength sixty years ago.
He looked Nangong Lie up and down. "Oh, Nangong Lie, Nangong Lie. Have you spent so many decades killing Demon Beasts in the Southwestern Circuit that you've killed your own wits?"
"Who do you think you are? Hui'an? What are you putting on airs in front of me for?"
"More than twenty-seven thousand members of your Nangong Household-I killed them without so much as blinking."
"And today, a mere little Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator like you, with two wisps of metal-type power of laws and a battered spear, stands before me and says I can't kill you?"
A sinister smile curled Qing Chen's lips. "What gives you the right?"
His voice abruptly turned cold on those final words.
Before his words had faded-he formed hand seals with both hands!
Hum-!
The fourteen-foot Blood River God-Slaying Spear materialized out of thin air!
The moment it appeared, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth within a hundred miles seemed to freeze.
Above its tip, the thick blood path rules thread slowly writhed, radiating a heart-pounding red glow.
The next instant-with a thought from Qing Chen.
That thick blood path rules thread actually began to separate rapidly!
One standard-sized blood path rules thread settled in the center. Two wisps of power of blood path rules flanked it.
Together with the three wisps of power of blood path rules he drove out of his body (without revealing the blood path rules thread he had condensed himself)-
There was a total of one standard blood path rules thread! Five wisps of power of blood path rules!
This power of