Suddenly, two streaks of escape light tore across the sky, bearing starkly different auras as they hurtled over with the speed of wind and lightning.
The streak on the left surged with magnetic origin power. Dark gold demon runes flowed amid fluttering black robes-it was Gong Shisan's unmistakable aura.
The streak on the right, however, resembled an exceedingly condensed blade of silver-white sword gang;
as it cleaved through the air, it actually made the surrounding geomagnetism tremble slightly. Clear sword cries rang out without end, far beyond anything an ordinary cultivator could produce.
Qing Chen's pupils abruptly contracted, and the hand he had just extended instantly withdrew.
He instinctively gripped the shaft of the Pojun Battle Halberd, quietly circulating the qi and blood throughout his body.
Golden-Black Divine Light flashed through his eyes as he swept his gaze over them.
Within the escape light on the right, he could vaguely make out a figure in blue robes.
An ancient, unadorned Sword Case hung diagonally across his back, its surface covered in fine sword patterns. Its piercing aura was like a solitary peak in the depths of winter, bitterly cold to the bone, and even sharper than Zhaoshenzi's fiery pressure.
"Brother Gong?" Qing Chen recognized the figure within the Primordial Magnetism escape light, and his taut nerves relaxed slightly, though he remained fully on guard against the man in blue.
Someone who could travel alongside Gong Shisan and possessed such a formidable aura had to be a top expert.
The two streaks of escape light abruptly faded a hundred zhang in front of Qing Chen, revealing two figures.
Gong Shisan's black robes stirred, and he looked somewhat travel-worn. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes when he saw Qing Chen:
"Brother Qing, you arrived before me?"
His gaze swept over