As things stood, if Qing Chen were to face Mysterious Altar True Person and Wutong Old Devil head-on and fight them once more in earnest,
even without resorting to such formidable means as the three Demon Banners and the Demon Lotus Treasure-Corroding Curse,
with nothing but the keen edge of his Pojun Battle Halberd, his own finely honed spells, and his superb battle tactics, Qing Chen had complete confidence that he could beat the two of them until they scattered like fallen flowers and flowing water, leaving them sprawled in disgrace.
With his current combat strength, supplemented by the uncanny, unfathomable power of the Demon Lotus Treasure-Corroding Curse that he could use once a day, Qing Chen would not fear even Yuji True Person at peak mid Golden Core.
Even if Yuji True Person brought forth the Yuji Sword, the mid-grade magic treasure passed down through his sect, Qing Chen had the White Bone Immortal-Locking Yuanchen Gourd to counter it, and might even hold a slight advantage.
"You're using me as a blade, but do you know who this blade will grind against?" Qing Chen gazed at the Pojun Battle Halberd in his hand, an inscrutable look in his eyes.
For a moment, the scene of that rainy night four years ago slowly unfolded before his eyes like a scroll.
Back then, on Earth Pass Island, the Gang Wind had howled as it always did.
Qing Chen had sat cross-legged on an enormous bluestone outside Earth Pass City, its surface already drenched by the rain.
He had waited there quietly for an entire day, without the slightest trace of impatience.
Suddenly, a streak of light had crossed the horizon, swift as a shooting star chasing the moon.
True Person Budong still wore his simple, practical black-and-white training clothes, looking unrestrained