With Nian Qingfeng already standing here, Jiang Wuyuan naturally had nothing to worry about anymore, and it was clearly not the time to reminisce.
So Jiang Wuyuan obediently carried Cheng Ruohai back to the main force and handed the brave lieutenant general over to the medical staff who were already waiting nearby.
In an instant, all the surrounding soldiers swarmed around: "How is Lieutenant General Cheng?"
"Yes, why isn't his chest rising and falling at all?"
"Could it be that our journey will include her—"
The healer soldier raised his head and roared, "Stand back! You bunch of big stinking men, the eighth-tier alien race didn't kill Lieutenant General Cheng, but you guys blocking all the air circulation are the ones who are really going to kill him!!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding soldiers fell silent and quietly moved away, leaving a large empty space for the healing soldiers to perform their treatment.
Jiang Wuyuan glanced at the commotion and, knowing that General Cheng was not dead, paid no further attention.
Instead, they turned their attention to the sky.
——
In fact, the moment Nian Qingfeng appeared, the eighth-rank alien who had been possessed recognized him.
Just kidding. Go ask any alien race in the entire Abyss, and you'll find someone who doesn't recognize Nian Qingfeng's face.
He was a nightmare character.
Leaving aside the few alien leaders who were qualified to fight Nian Qingfeng.
Those who remained were far weaker than Nian Qingfeng, so they absolutely had to hold their noses and avoid him.
What else can we do?
Should we rush in and die?
However, the reason why the alien ancestor hasn't run away is that it's not afraid of Nian Qingfeng.
Anyway, it was just a small wisp of its soul that had been separated and occupied the body of this seventh-tier alien race. So what if it died? At worst, its main body would suffer some soul damage, but it would be completely healed after a hundred years.
"Oh, you didn't run away after all." Nian Qingfeng smiled, but this smile was different from the one he gave Jiang Wuyuan.
The smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Let me guess which one you are. I have a vague impression of eighth-tier alien races." Nian Qingfeng started the guessing game with great interest. "Hmm... Taotie?"
"So what if it is?" The alien ancestor had probably been oppressed by Nian Qingfeng for too long. For the first time, he faced him with a fearless body, which really stirred up a bit of passion in his heart. "Do you think you can come to the depths of the abyss to find me?"
Even now, you wouldn't dare get too close to that place.
Nian Qingfeng found its smug and fearless attitude amusing, and stared at it with a half-smile: "You think I can't kill you?"
Instantly, the alien ancestor trembled uncontrollably.
That look in my eyes is so familiar.
Once, Nian Qingfeng had this same expression on his face as he raised his sword and killed a late-stage eighth-tier alien expert on the spot!
Could it be that Nian Qingfeng really has a way to kill its original body directly through this body?
The alien ancestor was momentarily flustered, but he did not show it.
But Nian Qingfeng, who had lived for over a hundred years, was a genius with almost demonic intelligence. So even though the alien in front of him only slightly blinked, Nian Qingfeng immediately guessed what the alien was thinking.
Can he really kill its true form, which is far away in the abyss, by following a wisp of its soul?
The answer is naturally no.
This kind of thing can probably only be accomplished by curse-type talents and skills.
But it's okay to scare him a little, right?
Moreover, this time he also intended to broaden the horizons of his young apprentice.
Although he had used his power in front of Jiang Wuyuan, it was only a clone, not even one-tenth of his main body's strength.
He'd love to show off a bit in front of his little apprentice!
Nian Qingfeng didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand.
In the path of swordsmanship, he has already traveled a great distance on his own journey.
He had no sword in his hand at that moment.
But there is a sword in my heart.
Nian Qingfeng let out a soft shout: "Slay—!"
A sudden gust of wind swept across the horizon, as if deliberately showing it off to someone, and the cyan sword mark did not move very fast.
It arose out of nowhere, surrounded by a gentle breeze, and gathered an extremely powerful sword law.
It's as if just one glance at it would tear you to shreds with its undeniable sharpness.
Jiang Wuyuan seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed on the scene.
Even the full moon hanging high in the sky seemed to dim.
In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, it seemed as if all the light was concentrated on that sword light, which was as beautiful as a landscape painting.
The alien ancestor watched in horror as the sword light approached.
It tried to hide, but under Nian Qingfeng's oppressive aura, it couldn't even move a finger.
The only part of its body that can move is probably its mouth.
"No! No!! Don't kill me!!"
Completely intimidated by Nian Qingfeng, the alien ancestor's pupils shrank to a grimace, and his already ferocious face became even more hideous.
Its desperate cries abruptly ceased at a certain moment.
There was no sound, not even a body cut in half.
With this sword strike, everything turned to dust, which then vanished lightly into the night sky with the wind.
"So powerful! This is the supreme ruler of our Dragon Kingdom!"
"With a single sword strike, the alien race's ashes were scattered; the supreme being is invincible!"
Suddenly, the surroundings became noisy.
Compared to what those who haven't entered the path of swordsmanship can see, Jiang Wuyuan can see much more.
Just how far has Nian Qingfeng progressed in the path of swordsmanship?
Even he couldn't fathom the depths of that sword strike.
But even seeing through just a tiny bit of it was of great help to him.
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