His eyes went wide as he stared fixedly at Chen Qing.
Fresh blood gushed from the spear's edge.
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Qing withdrew the long spear.
Jiangchuan Bridge clutched his gushing throat, a gurgling sound escaping his lips. His body swayed, then slowly tipped backward, crashing heavily into the dust. He twitched twice, then fell silent.
"Hah!"
Chen Qing let out a soft breath, his breathing steady.
'With my current strength, how could Jiangchuan Bridge possibly be a match for me?'
Peng Zhen and Tan Yang arrived just in time to witness this. They exchanged another glance, marveling inwardly. 'This kid's combat prowess is truly impressive! Even though that Jiangchuan Bridge used a trick from the Demon Sect to break through and had an unstable foundation, how long has it been since Chen Qing reached the Astral Force Realm? To think he could kill him so cleanly!'
