Everything reverted to a heart-stopping calm.
Looking at Fang Qingyu, there was only a kind of pity in his eyes, as if watching a lamb to the slaughter.
"It's just a pity..."
He gently shook his head, sighing with endless loneliness.
"Forty years of preparation... only to end up facing someone like you, a mere ant at Second Tier Initial Realm."
"That old dog Hong Qitian... in the end, he still looks down on me, Jiang Taixuan..."
"So be it..."
Jiang Taixuan's eyes suddenly became sharp as a blade.
A terrifying aura began to rise from his hunched but no longer withered body.
The sticky, scorching air around seemed to solidify in an instant, transforming into an unbearably heavy copper wall and iron wall, fiercely pressing down on Fang Qingyu!
"Then let you, this ant who knows nothing of Heaven's height..."
Jiang Taixuan's voice was like the chill wind of the Nine Netherworld, cold and piercing, carrying the unappealable sense of judgment:
