This...
Silence.
Deathly stillness.
Under the gaze of a hundred thousand pairs of eyes, the dignified Great Elder of the Dao Sect, after a defeat in one blow, turned to flee.
Who could believe this?
Even with the reality right before their eyes, it was impossible to believe this scene.
"Do you think you can escape? Severely injured and unhealed, in my eyes, you are equivalent to trash."
Chen Yang sneered coldly, extending his five fingers. The Ancestral Sword that had accompanied him for years emitted a series of resonant tremors.
Like great waves crashing against a cliff.
The momentum was mighty and relentless.
Boom!!
The wind and snow beneath the sky grew fiercer.
The previously quiet surroundings abruptly stirred up a flurry of snow, all of which spiraled upwards.
