Chu Qing extended his single arm, unleashing the Celestial Frost Fist, scattering the surrounding sword edges into a flurry of frost flowers.
At the same time, he looked up and saw the blood-red color already overhead.
Each wisp, every inch, was Sword Qi honed to its utmost resilience.
Chu Qing glanced upward, having maneuvered through countless battles, now completely out of the battlefield, the surroundings empty. It was time to settle the score with the General once and for all.
He spread his arms; winds and clouds surged around him, Yin and Yang intertwined.
The Tri-Element Light Wheel appeared behind him, his entire Power in full operation. Even though he was miles from the main battlefield, Liu Zhaonian and others could still feel an overwhelmingly powerful aura descending from the sky, pressing down everything.
This feeling could not escape the notice of Liu Zhaonian and the others.
They had witnessed Chu Qing's Martial Arts firsthand, felt the pressure he generated.
