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The Heaven Lake Sword in his hand dripped with blood. Cheng Qing's expression was exceptionally cold, to the point that it could even be described as ice-cold and emotionless. He said indifferently: "I, this person, have a very small heart, if there is an enmity, I will take revenge. Since you are already my enemies, regardless of whether you have the intention to kill me or not, I will eliminate you first. "
He smiled, and his smile became even more unfathomable, "To deal with the enemy, I will never wait for you to strike first. I will deal with you all after my men have been killed and injured. As my enemies, you guys usually don't have the chance to make a move first. "
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Li Mucheng led the cultivators of the An Tian Sect and swarmed forward.
The flood of people had submerged the cultivators of the Qin family.
The cultivators who had survived the clash between the Zhang and Xiang Clans were also under the attack of the An Tian Sect.
After several dozen breaths of time, not a single cultivator from the Qin, Zhang, and Xiang Families was still alive.
Wang Qi, Du Li, and the rest who didn't know Cheng Qing well were all stunned. Earlier, they only knew that Cheng Qing had tyrannical combat prowess, and that he was as wealthy as a nation. He treated his own people with extraordinary generosity, but they didn't know that Cheng Qing had such a ruthless side to him.
At this moment, they no longer simply respected Cheng Qing, but revered him. The fear in their eyes was even more intense.
Cheng Qing didn't even spare a glance at the other three cultivators. When Li Muhao and his men made their move, he turned around and went back to the gates of the stronghold. He sat down on the large tiger chair, propping himself up as he gazed at the hillside, deep in thought.
The crowd stared at Cheng Qing's fluttering silhouette as they felt an ice-cold pressure bearing down on them. They didn't even dare to breathe out loud.
The person whom he trusted the most, the person whom he had personally killed once, might still have no ill intentions towards this world, but he would never show the slightest bit of kindness to the enemy again.
Yang Ruoxi stared at Cheng Qing in a daze. Her intuition told her that under the cold and cruel surface, Cheng Qing was hiding a bitter and lonely heart. It was filled with endless sorrow, and was extremely cold. No one was allowed near it.
He sat there, staring straight ahead. His eyes were like swords as he remained silent. His lonely figure seemed to be declaring to the world: Even if this world abandons me, I will not complain to myself. I will only view this world with more indifference.
She didn't know what kind of experience this young fellow had to give him such an aura. She felt her chest tighten, as if a sharp sword had pierced her heart, making her unable to breathe.
Yang Ruoxi clearly felt that Cheng Qing must be in pain right now.
Normally, Cheng Qing looked lively and cheerful, and sometimes he even seemed to jump off the roof. He was easygoing like a child, as if his world was filled with sunlight. However, when he fell silent alone, it was as if he had instantly sunk into his own world. There was only the ten thousand year ice, the endless abyss, and a monstrous evil aura. His killing intent was everywhere and he was in extreme danger.
Yang Ruoxi silently looked at Cheng Qing's silhouette, her eyes unknowingly turning red.
Unable to control herself, she walked up to Cheng Qing. He threw the Splitting Mountain Axe on the ground, took out two jars of liquor from his Cosmic Bag, and threw one to Cheng Qing. Without saying anything, he sat down beside Cheng Qing, opened the jar and drank from it.
After drinking half a jar of liquor in one go, Yang Ruoxi started to cough violently, and quickly bent down with a flushed face. When Cheng Qing looked at her, she sat up straight and slapped Cheng Qing on the shoulder. She raised her wine jar and said proudly, "Cheers!"