Su Changqing strolled across the arena with a stone sword in hand, his pace neither hurried nor slow, as if patrolling his own domain.
With each swing of his sword, a member of the Buddhist sect would inevitably fall from the void.
When Su Changqing cut down the last Buddhist monk, an enraged roar accompanied by a violent boom resonated from the depths of the sky.
Pssh!
Su Changqing looked up toward the horizon, seeing a figure rapidly plummeting like a meteor.
"Restrain!"
Su Changqing waved his sleeve lightly and spoke softly, rays of gentle golden light flashed by, catching the falling figure.
"Changqing, you..."
Su Wenlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Su Changqing hesitantly, unsure of how to address him.
"Leave it to me."
Su Changqing calmly finished speaking, already holding his sword and stepping forward, looking at the furious Fan Yin surrounded by anger.
"Good! Very good!"
