At that very moment.
The Black Dragon Divine Stronghold had already descended into chaos.
Under Qi Zique's Bloodline Divine Ability, the stronghold's defensive formation had collapsed outright.
Many of the bandits stared in horror, stunned by Qi Zique's power.
Qi Zique was terrifying. How could a martial artist at the ninth level of the Virtual God Realm possess such strength?
"The stronghold master is in seclusion!" Wen Yong roared. "Attack together and hold him off! Once the master emerges, he'll surely kill him!"
"Charge!"
"Kill!"
The two deputy masters led the charge, rushing at Qi Zique.
The other leaders gritted their teeth and surged into the air. Powerful Bloodline Divine Abilities erupted from them, hurtling toward Qi Zique.
Yet faced with that onslaught, Qi Zique showed nothing but contempt. With one effortless strike, he neutralized every attack.
"Miao Mang, why aren't you attacking?" Wen Yong shouted furiously when he saw Miao Mang still standing idle.
Whoosh!
A streak of sword light suddenly swept in from afar and pierced straight through Wen Yong's chest.
Pfft!
Wen Yong spat blood. He turned to look at the approaching Lu Ren, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"Miao Mang, the Black Dragon Stronghold Master is dead. Let's go!" Lu Ren said.
"What? The master's dead? You killed him?" Miao Mang asked in shock.
"Yes." Lu Ren nodded.
"Let's go!"
Without another word, Miao Mang fled alongside Lu Ren.
When the Black Dragon Divine Stronghold's leaders saw Miao Mang flee, thoughts of desertion stirred in their own hearts. Qi Zique was too strong. His momentum was like a rainbow piercing the sky, and his power had reached the level of a Deva Path expert.
"Miao Mang's gone. Let's run too!"
"Run? Once the master emerges, he'll kill this man!"
The bandit leaders shouted back and