Chen Zheng finished packing up and casually tossed a Jade Talisman to Chu Hongyi. He then took a light step forward, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Zhuge Tianyu, Zhuge Qingyue, and the several hundred cultivators. He shook his head slightly. "Since you're so intent on courting death, this young master will send you on your way."
BOOM!
An immense and boundless aura erupted from him!
"Late-stage Nascent Soul!"
"Impossible!"
"You think you can contend with me at just the late stage of Nascent Soul?!"
"You're courting death!"
The expressions on Zhuge Tianyu and the others changed dramatically as they all roared in anger.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
In an instant, hundreds of cultivators summoned their magical artifacts and sent them smashing furiously toward Chen Zheng!
"Let's see you survive this!" A vicious glint flashed in Zhuge Qingyue's eyes. With a harsh shout, he activated the black feather fan-shaped magical treasure, which transformed into a black wind that slashed forward!
