The battlefield suddenly turned into chaos.
Only then did Qing arc through the air, almost simultaneously with his Cross Slash, and crash to the ground, with a cloud of smoke billowing behind — the surviving sky pirate gunslingers on the ground immediately raised their guns, aiming in that direction.
But before they could fire, four beams of bright light converged back from the four corners of the battlefield, like four straight lines, piercing through the crowd, stirring up a shower of blood mist. They swirled and gathered toward the center of the battlefield, recombining and finally landed steadily in Qing's hand.
Qing walked out from behind the smoke, holding a gun in one hand and a shield in the other.
