The moment the teacup was placed down, the long street outside the camp leader's residence was covered in blood and corpses!
Xu Qing's figure was like a ferocious tiger. Wherever he passed by, fresh blood would splatter out in all directions and the ground would be covered in blood stains. It was a shocking sight. As he walked, he killed!
In front of him, the guards of the camp leader's residence rushed over from all directions. There were also tens of black-clothed strangers. They were cultivators from the convoy.
Both parties had the same target: Xu Qing.
As he got closer, a gust of wind blew over, blowing the hair in front of Xu Qing. He decided to carry the longsword he wasn't used to on his back and held the dagger in his hand. His entire person seemed to have melted into the wind as he rushed toward a sixth-level Qi Condensation cultivator in front of him.
In that instant, their heads intertwined and flew up!