"Who's there?" Liu Lie and Cao Zheng paled in shock.
Qing Chen flickered, appearing beside the Pojun White Bone Demon God like a phantom, a faint aura of blood baleful intent swirling around him.
"Qing Chen?!" Liu Lie and Cao Zheng now wore exactly the same expressions Chang Zhan had worn earlier.
"Here's a joke: you two look exactly like that dead man did." Qing Chen watched the pair with interest.
At his words, Liu Lie's expression changed drastically. He had a bad suspicion.
"I hate it when nobody laughs at my jokes."
Qing Chen's expression abruptly turned cold, his gaze sharp as an eagle's as he stared straight at Liu Lie.
An intense wave of killing intent struck Liu Lie head-on, making him shudder.
Liu Lie swiftly put away the Scarlet Fire Banner and retreated, trying to put distance between himself and Qing Chen.
"Trying to run? Not so easy!"
Qing Chen's hands danced, rapidly forming seals.
Three sinister, icy streaks of sword light shot from his Storage Bag like cold stars cutting across the night sky.
At the same time, he activated the Blood Qi Manifestation Mystic Art, empowering the sword formation.
Blood-red sword light intertwined into an impenetrable net, sweeping toward Liu Lie as though blanketing heaven and earth.
Liu Lie dared not let his guard slip for even a moment and hurriedly drove the spiritual power within him to its fullest.
He swung the Scarlet Fire Banner fiercely, and scarlet flames surged up like a raging tide,
instantly transforming into three blood-red dragons that roared as they charged to meet the sword formation.
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, the scarlet dragons collided with the sword formation, unleashing an astonishing blast of force!
The force sent Liu Lie staggering backward, his face turning slightly pale.
Clearly, Liu