Hai Yan, standing beside Zhou Tong, had never witnessed such a scene before. Her face was already pale, and she had collapsed to the ground, her mind a complete blank.
Witnessing all of this, Zhou Tong felt his heart turn to ashes. For the first time in his life, he felt so powerless.
He had never felt this way, not even when he had gotten others sent to the police station. It was only now that he truly understood who truly controlled this world.
Brother Li, how much longer until you return? We're all doomed!
In his despair, the only person Zhou Tong could think of was Li Chonglou. Qi Jing's actions seemed like the hand of fate to him, slowly lifting in slow motion. He wanted to intervene, but he was utterly incapable!
Yuan Bei's brows furrowed slightly, but he had no intention of speaking.
Meanwhile, Dong Wen was staring intently at Eagle Eye in Chen Peiyue's arms. This man, with only fourth-level strength, had made him feel a faint sense of mortal peril just moments ago!
"This guy can't be spared either!"
Just as Dong Wen made up his mind and Qi Jing was about to destroy the last factory building, a voice, like a celestial decree to Zhou Tong and the others, suddenly rang out.
"Stop!"
The sudden, explosive voice echoed through the ancient and modern skies. A faint, seventh-level aura abruptly appeared, causing the expressions of the three individuals to freeze simultaneously.
Except for the unconscious Eagle Eye, everyone's gaze shifted towards Qi Jing.
Qi Jing's half-raised hand did not fall as a figure rapidly approached him.
His expression shifted slightly. The next moment, his palm transformed into a fist, and he punched out in front of him.
A figure suddenly appeared, meeting his punch head-on.
"Third level?"
Qi Jing's brows furrowed slightly. Before he could react, another fist was already hurtling towards his face.
"How dare a mere third-level cultivator act so presumptuously?"
Qi Jing sneered and raised his hand to meet the attack without fear. But the next second, he regretted it.
"Xiao Li, calm down!"
The person who had arrived was Li Chonglou, rushing back. Sensing his agitated state, Old An, who was merged with him, couldn't help but issue a reminder. After all, he could only exert about thirty percent of his strength now, while the opponent was clearly a sixth-level expert!
However, he was unaware that Li Chonglou's eyes were filled with icy coldness; he showed no signs of losing his composure.
Boom!
Their fists collided again. Despite possessing only third-level strength, Qi Jing felt a unique energy flowing into his body through his fist.
This isn't right!
Qi Jing, being an experienced veteran, ignored his confusion and quickly retreated. However, to his surprise, the owner of the fist actually dared to press forward.
"Get out of my way!"
Before Qi Jing could figure out the source of this bizarre energy, he became anxious. More than that, he was enraged by Li Chonglou's impudence.
Do you really think I'm afraid of you?
Li Chonglou unleashed his killing intent without reservation. The sky instantly changed. Although his aura was only at the third level, this scene, capable of altering the environment, caused the expressions of Dong Wen and Yuan Bei behind him to change drastically.
"Brother Jing, be careful!"
Dong Wen reacted first, charging towards Li Chonglou without hesitation. Yuan Bei also narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Li Chonglou's movements.
With just one punch, a slowly delivered fist, it contained Li Chonglou's entire life's killing intent and murderous aura. An invisible phantom appeared in that instant.
Qi Jing's expression finally turned panicked. This was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre sensation. He clearly sensed only a third-level aura, while he was a solid sixth-level expert!
But this punch made him feel that if he connected, he would surely die!
"Qi!"
At the critical moment, Qi Jing let out a low roar. His peak sixth-level aura erupted like a flood. A special surge of qi burst from his body, and a phantom fist, several meters in size, suddenly appeared, smashing towards Li Chonglou's fist.
The two phantoms collided first. Behind Li Chonglou was the phantom of a great sword, its tip fiercely piercing Qi Jing's phantom fist!
The next second, the phantom fist shattered. The sword phantom, however, merely paused for half a second before continuing its thrust towards Qi Jing's head!
"Break for me!"
Dong Wen finally arrived. Without a word, he unleashed his peak fifth-level aura. At the same time, a phantom fist appeared behind him. Although it was clearly inferior to Qi Jing's, it still managed to block the sword phantom.
Boom!
Only then did an invisible explosion unleash a shockwave that swept across the entire scene, kicking up a gust of wind that sent Qi Jing and Dong Wen staggering back.
Li Chonglou also retreated several steps. Having used his core power, his already injured soul caused him to vomit a mouthful of black blood.
But his gaze remained icy cold.
Old An, within his mind, felt Li Chonglou's emotions and quickly exclaimed, "Xiao Li, calm down! It's not time to risk everything!"
Li Chonglou replied with a chilling tone, "Old An, prepare for the worst!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chonglou's figure vanished again.
"Xiao Li!"
Old An panicked but knew that Li Chonglou would not listen to anything else. He could only hurriedly draw out a portion of his consciousness and enter the bottle space.
"Everyone, get your energy ready!"
A single shout made everyone in the bottle space realize the gravity of the situation. Old Lin also showed a rare look of solemnity.
"Old An, what exactly happened? Haven't we already gotten out?"
"Xiao Li is going all out. There's a seventh-level expert!"
Everyone was shocked. Old Lin's brows furrowed tightly, but Old An's aura had already disappeared again, clearly indicating that the situation was as serious as he had said!
In reality.
Under Dong Wen's cover, Qi Jing successfully retreated to a safe distance. Before the anger from being inexplicably beaten could even arise, he saw Li Chonglou charging towards him again.
A guy who's only third level! Who exactly is the sixth level now?
Such an abnormal scene instinctively gave Qi Jing a sense of crisis. This was a unique intuition among experts. Qi Jing subconsciously chose to retreat.
I'm not afraid of him. He's just a third-level cultivator. Once I figure out his tactics and trump cards, it'll be up to me whether I skin him or kill him!
Qi Jing reassured himself as he retreated. His disciple, Dong Wen, was completely bewildered.
Isn't he just a third-level guy? What's there to be afraid of?
As the saying goes, a newborn calf fears no tiger. Dong Wen's spirit flared up. His eyes sharpened, and he directly迎了上去.
Master, let your disciple reveal his true face for you!
However, to his surprise, Li Chonglou had no intention of fighting him.
"Chen Pao! If you're not dead yet, set up the formation and take him down!"
A roar pulled Chen Pao and the others back to reality, jolting them.
It had only been about ten seconds since Li Chonglou appeared, but the situation on the field had already undergone a seismic shift!
The few people who were in despair moments ago suddenly found their backbone and were instantly filled with fighting spirit!
The boss said to take him down!