Watching the slaughter for a long time, Su Changqing and Chu Ze knew they couldn't wait any longer.
Chu Ze glanced at the many onlookers of prodigies behind him, sneered and said:
"Let's go!"
"Since no one wants to take the lead, we'll go first."
"I don't believe these people can hold back!"
With these words, Chu Ze and Feng Ling, after secretly competing with Su Changqing for a long time, finally stood completely on the opposite side.
In the front.
From the fifty or sixty members of the Liu family, now there were only a mere dozen left.
The surrounding was filled with the stench of blood, severed limbs scattered, the scene was horrifying.
Su Changqing, holding the blood-stained Cyan Blade, walked forward slowly, while the remaining Liu family disciples were terrified.
They wore expressions of fear, retreating as Su Changqing advanced.
But at this moment, Feng Ling and Chu Ze came shoulder to shoulder, blocking Su Changqing in front.
