The world was vast and desolate, the roaring wind like a war drum.
Chen Changsheng, in ragged, filthy robes, stood beneath the open sky. In this moment, an invincible aura of looking down on all heroes erupted from him. When his eyes opened, it was as if they were about to overshadow the blazing sun sinking in the west.
Too outstanding.
Shockingly resolute.
From this alone, one could imagine what kind of peerless elegance and dazzling brilliance he possessed fifty years ago.
Pity that heaven is jealous of talent.
Under the full-force encirclement and suppression of the entire Yuning Mountain, his foundation was brutally shattered, and more than half of the Sect behind him was annihilated, forcing them to retreat deep into the mountains.
"Still not going to kill yourselves?"
Chen Changsheng lowered his brows slightly, glanced at Ning Yun and Mu Feng, and said indifferently.
"Step aside."
The heavy voice slowly spread across the field. It was Chen Yang speaking.
