When Chen Qing saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He had personally raised and cared for this Golden Feathered Eagle since it hatched.
How could he stand by and do nothing now that it had been so grievously wounded for no reason?
Without a moment's hesitation, his figure shot out like a phantom. Simultaneously, the Formless Technique inside him began to circulate rapidly, simulating the cultivation path of the Circulation Star Essence Technique. A surge of True Astral, shimmering with a faint starlight glow, burst from his body—a perfect imitation of Star Essence True Gang.
"Who's there?!"
The two men sensed the gust of Power rushing them from behind. Shocked, they spun around to defend themselves.
Filled with rage, Chen Qing struck. His speed was incredible; a single fist shot out like a meteor streaking through the sky, aimed straight at the disciple surnamed Zhao's face.
