Hearing He Liang squeal like a pig being slaughtered, along with his spineless words,
the members of the Celestial Sword Sect, both injured and uninjured, all lowered their heads in shame, wishing they could rush over and shut his mouth.
As for Pei Yongqing, his expression was absolutely livid.
The disciples of the Saint Extreme Sect, however, were jubilant. Their morale was high, and their gazes toward Chu Qingyun were filled with admiration.
Even the heavily injured Xu Shijie, collapsed on the ground, looked at Chu Qingyun with gratitude, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.
If Chu Qingyun hadn't stood up for them this time, who knows how He Liang and the others from the Celestial Sword Sect would have humiliated them.
After defeating He Liang and his group, Chu Qingyun held his sword and scanned his surroundings.
All around him, disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect lay strewn about, every one of them heavily injured and moaning in agony.
