"An abomination born of my Qin family-I'll deal with her myself!"
Qin Fengxian turned sideways toward the interior and gestured invitingly. "Brother Zhuang, please come inside to talk. I can treat your wounds while we're at it."
He also wanted to examine Zhuang Yan's spear wounds to see just what level Qin Muge's Spear Technique had reached.
Zhuang Yan accepted without demur, walking straight into the main room and sitting down, allowing Qin Fengxian to sit behind him.
In the past, he would have kept his guard up to some extent.
Now, however, Zhuang Yan trusted that Qin Fengxian would not be so foolish.
His face was cold and ashen. "Brother Qin, the road ahead of us is difficult. Half a year at most-within half a year, Qin Muge's combat strength will certainly enter the Near-God realm again.
"When that happens, whether it's my Divine Saber Sect or you, Qin Fengxian, we're all doomed. Nowhere in heaven or earth will there be a place for us."
Qin Fengxian carefully examined Zhuang Yan's injuries, then pressed his hand near the wound.
The next instant, streaks of fierce Spear Qi shot out of Zhuang Yan's chest, riddling the bluestone house with holes and sending dust flying.
"Now that I know her true condition, how could I let her live that long? If we could kill her once, we can kill her a second time."
Zhuang Yan remained expressionless and unmoved. "Kill her? Easier said than done. Qin Muge won't give us another chance to ambush her. Have you noticed my wound? She's already begun condensing her own bloodline, raising the divine might of your family's Myriad Gods Tribulation to another level."
"Even if we can't kill her, we must!"
Qin Fengxian raised his voice, its edge as sharp as a blade. "The