In the blink of an eye, another half a year had passed.
During this half-year, many people were attracted by the light from the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain and wanted to enter.
But they were all chased away by Qin Chuan.
Although these people were indignant, the situation was beyond their control, and since they couldn't win, they didn't dare to make a fuss.
They rolled away smoothly.
The title of Qin Chuan the Great Demon King, however, spread wider and wider, and many ancient powerhouses recently awakened also heard of it. Among them, some laughed it off, some disregarded it, and some sneered.
However, no one came to trouble Qin Chuan, after all, no one was looking for trouble on a full stomach.
"Boom!"
Finally, this day arrived, the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain violently shook, and the mountaintop even split open toward both ends.
"Whoosh!"
A figure dashed out in panic, it was Qin Zi.
