Bam!
Ji Wujiu's body was in front of that astonishing ripple, instantly turning into a mist of blood, from which a figure silently rushed out, and struck a palm towards Zu Wenqiu!
Ji Wujiu's half-broken skull fell, rolled a few times in the Void, those eyes wide open, silently staring at Zu Wenqiu, filled with amazement and confusion, apparently perplexed by Zu Wenqiu's actions.
Yet it eventually dimmed down.
Zu Wenqiu coldly chuckled, the sword energy like a shadow, akin to a mundane swordsman, raised his sword to meet the attack.
After several extremely brief encounters, Chong Hua's figure drifted backward.
The robe was slashed open in several places, revealing blood streaks that quickly healed.
Staring at Zu Wenqiu, unaffected, Chong Hua squinted slightly, his tone carrying a hint of perplexity:
"Since you don't care about Ji Wujiu, why did you let Yun Qi and the Five Ghost Kings leave?"
