Nobody could ignore Chen Qing; on the contrary, everyone, including myself, was incredibly vigilant toward him, even though it seemed like they had been driven to a dead end. Chen Qing's Vital Energy breakthrough had been a severe blow to life and death, and Commander Tian Heng, who came to their aid, suffered an attack by the Demon Statue. The Western Sea Army appeared leaderless, like a lump of succulent fat, ripe for the harvest at any moment.
But still, no one underestimated him.
The Four Major Guilds relied on the accumulation of billions of years, the Emperor relied on the destiny of the Mortal World and the covert support of the Guilds at the beginning, but Chen Qing was a self-made man. In just under a decade, he had managed to hold his own against several major forces, and despite many being reluctant to admit it, deep down, they were very wary of him.
