Legend of Sword King

The other cultivators of the Zhao Family who had been brought over by Zhao Haimei all looked at each other in confusion. Cheng Qing's strength could be seen from his lance. If they couldn't even deal with Zhao E Mei, then they were no match for him.    

    

However, being looked down upon by Cheng Qing in such a way made them angry. As cultivators of the Zhao Family, they were used to rampaging through the Southern City, so they rarely received such an insult.    

    

Zhao E was nearing Cheng Qing, her smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Sir Chen, what are you trying to do? We're talking nicely, why do you have to make a move?"    

    

"Oh?" Cheng Qing responded with a light sound. His body flashed and disappeared. He suddenly appeared in front of Zhao E Mei.    

    

A silver needle, also a magical equipment, had already appeared in the palm of her left hand. Just as she was about to take advantage of Cheng Qing's surprise attack, Cheng Qing actually seized the initiative. Instinctively, she struck out the silver needle!    

    

As expected, Chen Qing rushed to Zhao E's side, dodging the silver needle by just a hair's breadth. At the same time, he raised his hand and slashed at Zhao E Mei's neck!    

    

"You …" Zhao E's delicate body shook. She wanted to say something, but before she could, her eyes rolled over and she slumped to the ground.    

    

Cheng Qing glanced at Zhao E's brow and sneered, "I'll try my best not to say anything that can hurt an enemy."    

    

Everyone from the Zhao Family was shocked by Cheng Qing's sudden move. They didn't expect that Zhao E, the backbone of the Zhao Family, would fall so easily. All of them were at a loss.    

    

For Cheng Qing, it was already difficult for him to stand up and walk. How could he withstand his attack? The might of his lance, even if he didn't personally experience it, he still couldn't fully understand how terrifying it was.    

    

Cheng Qing surveyed the cultivators of the Zhao Family once again. His eyes became cold and his voice lost all emotion. "Who wants to fight?"    

    

Under the gaze of Cheng Qing and the Wu Clan cultivators, the cultivators of the Zhao Clan felt as though they were sitting on pins and needles.    

    

They had followed Zhao E'e over to protect the Wu family and to act as their lord. However, they did not expect Zhao E'miao's words to be such a blow to their lord's face. They were all ashamed.    

    

Besides, Cheng Qing was far more powerful than they had imagined. Not to mention that Cheng Qing had brought more than twenty Ascended cultivators with him. Each and every one of them felt their scalps go numb.    

    

The cultivators of the Wu Clan were all staring at the cultivators of the Zhao Clan, hoping that they would make a move and take revenge for Wu Nanshan. Some were just watching from the sidelines, because in their eyes, the An Heavenly Sect and the Zhao Clan were the descendants of tigers and wolves.    

    

The members of the An Heavenly Sect were all excited by Cheng Qing's words. They looked at Zhao E, who was standing next to Cheng Qing, and their eyes began to burn. The image of Cheng Qing in their eyes grew larger and larger.    

    

Originally, these newly joined cultivators were there to settle matters with money. They didn't feel any sense of belonging to the sect, and they also lacked loyalty and reverence towards Cheng Qing. However, from this moment on, the situation had changed.    

    

When Wu Hongshan saw that the Zhao Family cultivators did not make a move, she waited anxiously. Her eyes were bloodshot and she could not help but stomp her feet and scold, "What are you idiots doing!? The Wu family is under the protection of the Zhao family. Now that the An Tian Sect is here, why aren't you making a move? How are you going to explain this to the Zhao Family? "Kill these bastards right now!"