Luo Qi remained silent.
He just looked into Chen Tang's eyes, unconsciously revealing a hint of fear.
Not to mention those disciples who hardly ventured down the mountain and roamed the Jianghu, even he, after a few years of earning the title of 'Ba Mountain Cloud Sword', hadn't witnessed such a scene.
Disciples of all the major sects of Nanxia, when traveling in the Jianghu, inevitably engage in life-and-death battles, but rarely to the point of losing life.
Unless the opponent is an unforgivable demon, there is usually some restraint.
But for decades, the Demon Sect has been rooted in Xiling, and hasn't troubled Nanxia for a long time.
The entire Jianghu has been at peace for a long time, and the last time a blood battle occurred was back in the War of Xiajiang.
Yet Chen Tang was different.
He rose from a remote county in Beiqian Pingzhou, facing a survival crisis the moment he stepped into this world, living every moment on edge.
