The sky above was dark and gloomy.
Cold wind came with Yu, brushing across their faces.
Chen Yang, Three-Foot Green Peak Sword in hand, slowly walked toward the center of the small square.
With every step he took.
The ground actually seemed to tremble slightly in response, and above his head, dark clouds appeared to be gathering, black light blazing, like hell drawing near.
This scene was far too shocking and bizarre.
Myriad Mile Territory.
Heroes rose in droves.
At this moment, on the banks of Qian River, several thousand pairs of eyes were fixed on that white-clad figure.
"He does have some momentum. Looks like this is going to be a battle of immortals."
"The key point is, he actually dared to show himself first. Doesn't he know that behind Ning Xuan stands the Dao Sect? And this posture he's striking now—can't it be interpreted as a provocation?"
As everyone on site discussed, this news also swept across the whole of Lingjing City at an astonishing speed.
