"Third Young Master!"
"Why is he here?"
"Outrageous, he dares to come to our Taiheng Sect!?"
The man who approached stepping on the coffin was none other than Chu Qing!
The disciples of Taiheng Sect were instantly thrown into chaos upon seeing him.
Behind Guan Changying, an Elder spoke coldly:
"Form the array, prepare to confront! Capture this arrogant scoundrel!"
"We obey!!"
The Taiheng Sect disciples on both sides gave Chu Qing no chance to speak, as their silhouettes leaped into the air.
In an instant, sword lights filled the sky, flying straight toward Chu Qing.
Suddenly, there was a shout, followed by a sword's cry as clear as a singing bird, stunning everyone as it weaved through the Taiheng Sect disciples.
Caught off guard, more than a dozen swords from Taiheng Sect fell to the ground.
