Today, I swear by blood.
A simple sentence, amidst the autumn wind, under the universe, slowly spreads.
This...
Everyone present couldn't help but look stunned, a surge of boiling blood emerging in their hearts.
Even Zhao Gongxin was taken aback.
Before they could recover, Chen Yang lit three sticks of incense again, bowing to this world, and then bowing again.
I offer three sticks of incense to the mortal realm.
Not letting down the living beings, nor letting you down!
The moonlight dances.
The strong wind drums.
Some stand tall like a mountain, reaching the heavens and supporting the earth.
Everyone deeply feels that as long as he is here, the sky will not fall, and the earth will not crack!
The world is quiet.
Only, the surge of blood, fervently rises.
Jin Zheng or Wu Xing, both tightly clench a fist, their faces flushed, the surging momentum soaring to the sky.
The rest, all feel a sense of awe.
Perhaps.
