"Dad~" Jian Yun's cry was extremely ecstatic. He had never loved his father so deeply as he did at this moment.
Jian Qing, the head of Jinxiu Pavilion, did not hesitate or say much. He turned around and slapped Chen Zhong, sending out a streak of light, intending to kill him with one move.
Chen Zhong stood still and even yawned. He had at least five ways to avoid this move without getting hurt.
However, Yang Qin came and blocked the attack.
Both of them are at the ninth level of the Soul Tempering Realm. Yang Qin's strength is almost the same as Jian Qing's, and both have been in a bottleneck for many years.
"Yang Qin, think it over carefully!" Jian Qing waved his hand. "As long as you hand this kid over, there's still a chance to renew our agreement!"
"And then our Shenxue Sect will be eaten away by you bit by bit?" Yang Qin sneered, "If it were you, would you be a dog? Oh, I forgot, you are already a dog of Yanyu!"
"I didn't expect that Sect Leader Yang is so sharp-tongued. I haven't killed a spiritual warrior at the ninth level of the Soul Tempering Realm for many years. Today I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Jian Qing pressed his right palm on the ground and suddenly raised it up.
Rub, rub, rub——
Spikes of rock protruded from the ground, killing more than half of the spirit beasts in the blink of an eye.
Under Chen Zhong's control, the remaining spirit beasts all came towards Jian Qing.
Alas!
Yang Qin also waved the scepter in her hand, and blooming ice blades whistled and approached very quickly. The ice blade on the outside of the scepter slashed across, leaving two bloody wounds on Jian Qing's face.
Chen Zhong retreated calmly. The residual spiritual power emitted by the Soul Tempering Realm expert could leave a deep trench seven or eight meters on the ground. He was really worried whether his Black Tortoise Body could withstand it.
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On the other side, Jinxiu Pavilion and Shenxue Sect were engaged in a stalemate, and the onlookers were still watching the show, with no intention of intervening.
The civilians had been arranged to evacuate to the high training ground, and they all stretched their necks to look outside.
Um?
Chen Zhong casually raised his head and made eye contact with Jian Yun, who was a few dozen meters away.
"Young Pavilion Master, let's continue."
"Get lost..." Jian Yun turned around and ran away.
Chen Zhong was neither hasty nor slow, and did not pursue with all his might, because the right protector, who had freed his hands, had already arrived, and forcing it might not be worth the effort.
Besides, we can’t force Jinxiu Pavilion now. To dig a bigger hole, we need more targets to step into.
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