"Jiang Chen, go to hell!"
In his desperation, Xiao Gu suddenly lunged, intending to kill Jiang Chen.
He swiftly thrust his sword at Jiang Chen.
His action instantly drew a collective gasp from the crowd.
"Don't!"
"Steward Jiang, be careful!"
"That Elder Xiao is so shameless! He already lost, and now he's sneak-attacking Steward Jiang."
Having demonstrated his formidable Alchemy Skill, Jiang Chen had begun to earn the respect of many.
In the minds of Alchemists, only those with superior Alchemy Skill were worthy of respect.
After all, among Alchemists, Alchemy Skill was often valued more than one's Cultivation.
They were a unique breed.
To many, the Jiang Chen of this moment was undoubtedly a god-like figure.
Naturally, they didn't want to see him killed by Xiao Gu.
Jiang Chen had long been on guard against a last-ditch attack from Xiao Gu.
As Xiao Gu's sword came at him, a white fan materialized in his hand without warning.
The Divine Wind Fan.
