Qin Heng charged through like a force of nature!
Whether it was a trap or an ambush, he easily extinguished them all!
He was too strong!
Truly too strong!
All of the Chens' tactics were like paper mache to him, effortlessly torn asunder!
With Chen Qingzhu in tow, Qin Heng strolled through their stronghold as if walking in his own garden, reaching the central villa of the Chens without breaking a sweat.
Along the way, who knows how many of the Chens' bodyguards lay fallen!
Unstoppable!
He stood tall and dignified, his face as sculpted jade, eyes shimmering with a hint of golden light, stepping through the moonlight. In the darkness of the night, he resembled an Exiled Immortal, his presence commanding!
In front of the central villa, Monk Tianfang brought his palms together, standing there like a golden Buddha.
His gaze, bright as lantern flames, cut through the night's darkness, fixed on Qin Heng.
