Chen Qing swung the Profound Dragon Spear in his hand. Its tip hummed, unstained by a single drop of blood.
His icy gaze instantly locked onto Zhao Chi, a hint of killing intent surfacing in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Zhao Chi, who had been sent staggering back, had yet to steady his breath. Seeing Chen Qing charge at him like a god of slaughter, a chill shot up from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his skull.
He had never imagined that with the three of them working together, one would be killed in just two moves. 'This Chen Qing's strength is far beyond our estimations!'
"Madam Hu, save me!"
Zhao Chi shrieked, desperately channeling his remaining Gang Qi. A dim light gathered once more in his fists as he tried to defend himself.
On the other side, Hu Yuning had already seen Han Kui's gruesome fate and was terrified. How could she possibly spare a thought for Zhao Chi?
