Looking at his facade of arrogance hiding weakness, blaming his failures on others' contempt...
A monster that can only survive by consuming the blood of fellow Martial Artists.
A decayed Evil God who turned the Guardian City into a blood-soaked slaughterhouse.
Even if he was once a hero of the Human Race, he has already fallen to something more repulsive than a Life Ghost.
Such a being...
Still dares to expect Old Man Hong to look up to him?
It's the height of irony!
Fang Qingyu's lips barely twitched upwards.
A clearly audible, soft laugh emerged from his throat.
"Ha."
A soft laugh.
This laugh was faint.
Yet it seemed to ignite Jiang Taixuan's nerves already on the verge of collapse.
"What are you laughing at!?"
Jiang Taixuan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, took a sudden step forward with his emaciated body. His murky eyes instantly filled with blood, fixed firmly on Fang Qingyu's face, his voice shrill and distorted!
