Swish!

Chu Qing stood in the air, golden shuttles zipping around him like birds. The shuttles gave off extremely deadly auras, leaving tears behind in the fabric of space as they passed by.

Chu Qing stood at the center of the battlefield, making it very easy for his enemies to surround and attack him. However, every Genesis Qi attack that arrived was swiftly shattered by the golden shuttles.

There was a focused look on his face as the golden shuttles occasionally shot forth, turning into deadly flashes of gold that pierced the Sacred Palace experts.

Although the battle was currently in a deadlock, Chu Qing did not dare to relax. Instead, his brows knitted together a little. The Sacred Race team had yet to enter the battlefield.

“Attack!” Another small group of advanced Heavenly Sun experts...