That aura of True Astral—condensed, sharp, and tinged with the essence of dying stars—was identical to the residual Gang Qi he had sensed where Wang Zhifu had fallen!
"It was you! You killed someone from the Wang Family?!"
Zhu River's eyes locked onto Chen Qing.
"Someone from the Wang Family? Don't you go making baseless accusations!"
Chen Qing, however, paid him no mind. He called out, "The two of you, the Mother of Destruction is still on his person!"
His words were like adding fuel to the fire. Ma Tong roared and swung his giant hammer even more ferociously, stirring up gusts of Astral Wind and forcing Zhu River to retreat again and again.
Liao Chuan also loosed a continuous stream of arrows. The pitch-black Poison Arrows, like life-stealing vipers, flew at Zhu River's vital points from cunning angles, leaving him scrambling to defend himself.
