Chapter 328: The Exquisite Sacred Land

As the words fell.

The scene instantly fell silent.

Long Que's expression showed obvious shock.

In his expectation, a combat power ranked at most tenth on the Hidden Dragon List should have been trembling with fear when facing him.

But who could have expected.

The result was completely the opposite.

This person was not only unafraid, but even carried an air of calmness and leisure, as if taking a casual stroll.

He even shamelessly claimed to be afraid that Long Que might lose control and kill him.

"Interesting, your courage is truly considerable."

"Doing this on purpose to conceal inner panic?"

Long Que twisted his neck, his gaze turning cold. "Or do you possess a trump card capable of matching me?"

Though he said this, he did not believe the fellow before him possessed great strength.

After all, whatever others had, he had too.

Even the unique flames others lacked, he possessed!

Then on what grounds should he lose?

"Won't we know once we fight?"

Meng Zhangqing slowly drew the Chi Xiao Sword.

His entire aura suddenly changed drastically, like a divine sword unsheathed, its sharpness fully revealed!

At the same time.

Countless gray lights surged from the sword mark on his right hand, covering the Chi Xiao.

Transforming it into a seemingly ordinary gray long sword!

Boom!

Yet in an instant, the long sword seemed to come alive!

Boundless killing intent shot skyward, tearing apart the clouds!

Even the surrounding flames were pushed back significantly.

"The Holy Spirit Killing Sword Art, is it? If this is your confidence, then I will crush it!"

Long Que glanced at the killing intent filling the sky.

"Too many words!"

Meng Zhangqing shook his head slightly.

He remembered that when Long Que fought before, he had not spoken so much.

Thinking this.

He grew tired of waiting and struck first.

Whoosh!

His figure vanished from the spot instantly.

Without any warning.

Leaving no time for anyone to react.

Long Que's pupils contracted slightly, for he found that within his perception, he suddenly could not locate anyone.

But instinctively, he flashed backward.

Dodging the sword's edge.

Yet more than ten strands of hair on his forehead were still severed.

"You!"

Long Que found it somewhat unbelievable.