The expression of Wenren Cangyue inside the camp was indifferent. In the amount of time an ordinary cultivator couldn’t even utter a single syllable, he already took a step forward.

His figure that was steady like an iron mountain blocked in front of the medicinal pot covered under the helmet.

The red faced middle-aged man’s black and red thin flying sword was already only a few inches from his body. In the eyes of a normal cultivator, this was already not much distance at all, but in his eyes, the movements of this thin flying sword that continuously released black and red sparks were extremely slow. He had enough time to face the situation before him.

“Zhao Honglei, Li Ku’s junior, we’ve already waited a long time for your arrival.”

He said in disdain. Even before the first syllable officially sounded, the air in front of him suddenly trembled, as if releasing the sound of muffled thunder.

Under the extremely powerful instantaneous eruption of his soul force, the coals in front of him were completely sent flying. Not only the fiery red charcoal, even the bronze plate where all of the charcoal...

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