Under countless shocked gazes, Chu Qing was standing on the tip of a towering ancient tree. His long needle-like hair flowing down his back was gently swaying and flashing with a cold luster.

Chu Qing’s imposing manner had changed drastically. His lazy and carefree attitude was completely gone, and his eyes had turned incomparably sharp. 

“Chu Qing, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this form of yours,” Jiang Taisheng remarked.   

Chu Qing grinned. “Jiang Taishen, you were lucky to win the last time, but this time you won’t be so lucky.”    

“Is that right?” Jiang Taishen did not pay the slightest of heed.

But he also understood that amongst the younger generation of Cangxuan Heaven, only Chu Qing could pose...