Chapter 6085

“Ghost Clan is escaping! After them!” a ninth-rank elder barked.

Chen Ping stepped forward, blocking their path.

“Your opponent is me.”

With the Dragon-Slaying Sword in hand, he stood alone against more than fifty Protoss elites—calm, unflinching.

Lin Wuchen let out a harsh laugh. “Chen Ping, you’re unbelievably arrogant. Do you really think we can’t touch you?”

“Try me,” Chen Ping replied, his voice cool and steady.

The Protoss cultivators stopped wasting words and attacked in unison.