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With every step, Chen Qing covered a distance of thirty feet. His body, under the influence of the Wind Butterfly, felt incredibly light, like a hawk swiftly gliding over the snowy ground.
After three moves, Chen Qing finished off this Cultivator, gouged out his heart, and sprinted towards another one who was still within his sight.
Easily dispatching this Taiping Sect follower, Chen Qing glanced at the tracks on the ground, which were gradually being covered by the snow.
No more enemies.
The slowest two runners were, as expected, astonishingly weak. One was at the fifth level of Qi Refinement, and the other at the sixth—completely defenseless against him.
Unfortunately, his own cultivation level was too low to sustain a long fight.
If he were at the seventh level of Qi Refinement at this moment, he could charge into the midst of these Taiping Sect members and slaughter them recklessly.
