After all, the other side's cultivation is a whole small realm lower than my own.
Looking around, the blue-robed disciple spotted Lin Chang'sheng floating behind Zhu Zicheng.
"Was it... was it them who interfered?"
The blue-robed disciple finally snapped to attention.
His guess was spot-on—if it were left to Zhu Zicheng's own strength, he wouldn't stand a chance against them.
Lin Chang'sheng had seen unwavering determination in Zhu Zicheng, so similar to his own, which was why he stepped in to help.
"Who are you to dare provoke my Profound Nether Sect? Ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for that!"
The other Profound Nether Sect disciples at the blue-robed one's side shouted angrily.
They also realized it was Lin Chang'sheng and his group lending aid—otherwise, Zhu Zicheng would've been slain by their senior brother long ago.
Whoosh—
Lin Chang'sheng waved his hand, and a surge of powerful primordial power shot forth. The disciple was instantly slain.
