Yet reality was often more fantastical than imagination. Cheng Yuan had indeed been frightened out of his wits by Chen Xun's actions time and again.
If someone had truly come at him openly and aboveboard, he might not have been afraid to this extent.
It was as if an Immortal Slaughtering Blade hung over his head day and night. As the years accumulated, the shadow cast over his Dao heart grew ever larger, beyond all measure...
Still, Cheng Yuanxian's distant flight was not a foolish move. The immortal fortunes between the two truly clashed; perhaps in the future, Chen Xun might slaughter Cheng Yuan by accident. No one could say for sure.
"Go!" Chen Xun stopped thinking and strode forward step by step, entering Qi Xiao's ancient formation.
"Yuexi, follow us." Qi Xiao cast aside his distracting thoughts at that moment as well and followed Chen Xun into the fray.
Rumble...
Earth-shattering booms erupted through the void. Under the crushing might of the Ten Direction Hegemon Clans' immortal artifacts, they were simply no match. Even Chen Xun's main body remained trapped and had yet to emerge.
"You go first!" The Devil Race Immortal's manifestation guarded one side of the ancient formation, fending off the surging power of the deep-space immortal artifacts. "Qi Xiao, you have the time of an incense stick!"
He fought bloodily on one side, his arms drenched in immortal blood. Yet the ferocity in his bloodline only grew stronger.
The Devil Race Immortal from his own clan looked even uglier. The Great Age had always said the Devil Race could be both righteous and wicked, but no one had ever said they could be wicked enough to wage war against their own clan's foundations!
"Mo Ye... haven't you gone mad enough?!"
**"Haha, wherever this devil's Dao heart