Pei Wen’s face sank when he heard Chen Xi. He was truly furious to the extreme because he’d never met such an impenetrably thickheaded fellow.

Kunwu Qing smiled in a composed manner instead, and he glanced deeply at Pei Wen before he said, “Then… I can only object.”

The meaning behind his words was that he intended to help Pei Wen until the end.

His attitude had utterly infuriated Chen Xi. Because of this fellow’s sudden interference, a battle that was about to be concluded had been disturbed, and there was probably no one that could accept this.

“So, you intend to become utter enemies with me?” Chen Xi spoke in a low voice.

“That’ll depend on Fellow Daoist.” Kunwu Qing smiled in a lighthearted manner, and he was completely unafraid. 

Chen Xi fell into silence while his grip on the Talisman Armament tightened gradually, and the space between his brows was silently filled with a wisp of killing intent that gradually grew denser….

The atmosphere became oppressive and tense at this moment.

A storm would descend at any moment! 

At this moment, the smile on Kunwu Qing’s face was gradually restrained, and the gaze he shot at Chen Xi carried a wisp of cautiousness.

He’d clearly witnessed the scene where Chen Xi crushed his enemies with a single sword strike, and he didn’t dare take Chen...