The atmosphere instantly froze into ice.
The surrounding disciples of the Taiheng Sect sensed something was amiss and hurriedly checked, only to see Chu Qing and Lan Shuyi.
For a moment, no one dared to act rashly.
The ten Broken Army Swordsmen halted, their swords in their sheaths, trembling slightly.
Aura instantly enveloped Chu Qing's entire body, ready to strike and kill at the slightest sign of danger.
Lan Shuyi, however, felt as if a massive mountain had been pressed down upon his shoulders.
Majestic and grand, it now hung suspended, ready to crush him to powder as soon as it fell.
His face immediately filled with a bitter smile:
"The Third Young Master isn't planning to kill me here at the Taiheng Sect, is he?"
"Do you think I dare not?"
Chu Qing softly said,
"Two factions, Three Halls, Five Sects, and a Manor; I have the Blazing Hall in my grasp, and you belong to Ding'an Hall.
"Between us, by no means are we friends.
