He drew the Blood River God-Slaying Spear into his sea of qi, the bloody glow along its shaft not yet entirely dispersed.
Tie Zhan stood a thousand zhang away.
For mortals, walking that distance would take an incense stick's worth of time, but cultivators at their level could cross it with a mere thought.
Yet Tie Zhan had not taken a single step across those thousand zhang. He had yet to fully digest the shock of everything he had just witnessed.
Beside him stood Tie Ming, Tie Shou, and Tie Qingyao, who had just staggered out of the shattered formation light screen.
They had watched Qing Chen finish off the Lion King from beginning to end. They had already been grateful to him for saving Tie Shou and coming to their rescue, but they had never expected him to be so powerful!
Tie Zhan no longer put on the airs of Qing Chen's former superior, a Spirit-Guarding Commander of the Subordinate Second Rank. No one had any objection to Qing Chen refining all those great demons.
That was strength.
All four stared at him, each with a different expression.
Tie Zhan's eyes held admiration and shock; Tie Ming's, relief and a little smugness; Tie Shou's, gratitude. What lay in Tie Qingyao's eyes was more complicated.
Qing Chen had no mind to savor the changing expressions of this family.
He remembered this Bone Claw Plain perfectly clearly. Back when he had passed this way alone, he had nearly stepped into it.
At the time, he had stood at the edge of the plain and sensed at least a dozen auras hidden underground, each comparable to the Nascent Soul middle stage, perhaps even stronger.
When those enormous bone claws reached out from underground, they blotted out the sky and sun. Their white