Jing Qingming's smile suddenly froze on his face.
His expression darkened as he looked at the young man before him and said coldly, "Xie Zhen! I see you are throwing away your face!"
Although he said this,
Jing Qingming did not attack immediately.
The reason he "arrived late" was that he wanted to wait first… The wait was for the first group of loose cultivators from the mountains to visit.
Now that there had already been a fight at the doorstep of Xie Zhen's residence, Jing Qingming still chose the most conservative fighting method!
Jing Qingming snorted coldly. A thread of Sword Intent soared high, his Divine Soul's message instantly spread out, and the Silver Moon Sect disciples who had come with him scattered in all directions, each standing with precision.
"A Sword Array?"
Xie Xuanyi glanced and couldn't help but laugh derisively.
"Indeed… I commend your discernment, it is indeed a Sword Array."
Jing Qingming brought his hands together.
