Seeing that his attack was blocked, the young man's expression turned grim, and he shouted angrily in the direction from which the attack had come.
"Hmph, you have no right to know my name!"
As this cold voice sounded, in an instant...
With a "boom," the force that had blocked the young man's attack suddenly trembled.
In a flash, the attack unleashed by the young man flew back at him with a speed countless times faster than before.
His face was filled with horror, and he hurriedly tried to dodge.
However, before he could move, the attack had already struck him fiercely.
With a "bang," the young man's figure was sent flying.
At the same time, a figure appeared suddenly behind the place where Luo Qingtong had been standing.
The man's figure seemed to emerge from the shifting light of heaven, emerging from the ebb and flow of all things.
His brocade dark robe, adorned with patterns of clouds, bordered in silver.
