Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Ye Canglan's face was filled with stunned disbelief, and the churning yin malevolent qi around them faltered for a moment.

They understood Guli's strength all too clearly. The two were equally matched as peak Fifth Revolution Grandmasters, and had Guli not been unfamiliar with Night Clan secret techniques, in a direct head-on clash, Ye Canglan would not necessarily have gained much advantage either.

Even accounting for the grave injuries Guli had previously sustained from Chen Qing's Exploding Cores, his fundamental foundation was still intact. Keeping a Second Revolution Grandmaster tied down should have been more than easy. How could he have died so cleanly and decisively under Chen Qing's spear in less than a stick of incense?

Wu Xuanhai's brows locked together tightly. In his heart he had already elevated the threat Chen Qing posed to a level even higher than Shen Qinghong.

Second Revolution Grandmaster cultivation, yet able to kill a peak Fifth Revolution across the gap. Combat power like this simply could not be measured by conventional logic.

And beyond that, this person's scheming was meticulous, his trump cards constantly coming without end. One moment of carelessness and he himself might end up following in Guli's footsteps.

He quietly gathered his aura inward, no longer daring to harbor even a fraction of contempt for Chen Qing.

Ke Tianzong, on the other hand, felt a surge of wild joy in his heart. The hand gripping the massive dark iron saber trembled faintly, and he couldn't hold back a low shout of "Yes!"

Just moments ago, Chu Xuanhe had been killed with a single saber from Ling Xuance. The Yan Kingdom's camp had instantly lost a Fifth Revolution major figure, and the situation had already become precarious. He had even prepared himself for a fight to the death.