At this moment, Zhou Qing had completely removed his disguise.
He carried the Ginseng Doll struggling in pretense with his left hand, while his right held the blood-dripping Purple Gold Thunder Spear.
His face was as cold as eternal ice, with overwhelming murderous intent burning in his eyes.
"Yan! Wu! Xin!" Zhou Qing growled word by word, each syllable forced through clenched teeth, "Hurt my father-in-law, harm my Taiqing Sect members; today is the day you die!"
As this roar echoed, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a hundred zhang radius suddenly shook intensely.
Four dazzling pillars of light shot from the ground, the blue, red, white, and black curtains like a dome, sealing the battlefield tight and impermeable.
Countless mysterious runes flowed upon the curtain, each radiating an oppressive power that was heart-palpitating.
"You...!"
Yan Wuxin clutched his chest, bleeding profusely, his face pale as paper.
