Chen Che narrowed his eyes, staring at Qu Ming. A silver Pill flew from his outstretched right hand. The Pill broke apart, its countless Flying Swords as fine as silk threads separating into several silver rivers, like beautiful rings circling distant stars.
"What say you, Master of the Celestial Spirit Palace, to becoming the fuel for my radiance?"
Chen Che tilted his head back and looked at Qu Ming before him.
The firelight was blocked by Qu Ming's imposing frame, casting a colossal shadow that nearly enveloped more than half of Primordial City.
"Such courage, Valley Master Chen. You think you can rely on that Sword Pill?"
Qu Ming roared with laughter, his voice shaking the plains. With a sidelong glance at Duobao, he commented with an air of expertise:
