"This... this this..."
The martial artists of Boulevard looked at the woman in the cheongsam, speaking somewhat haltingly.
Dwight Michael was known as the White-clothed War God in Aron Abbott, and was recognized as Aron Abbott's number one.
This time coming to Boulevard, he was quite significant.
Although amidst the gathering of top experts, he might not catch Han Caldwell's eye.
But along the way, he was certainly considered an expert.
Yet such an expert was actually split in half alive by a woman!
Those less skilled than Dwight Michael, their faces turned as pale as paper.
Fear, unease!
And the horror once dominated by Mr. Ghost of the Mountain of Leaving, reappeared again!
Many subconsciously stepped back.
Not long ago, they were ambitious, clamoring to kill and make a mark.
But now, these Grandmasters only prayed to survive safely.
"Boundless darkness." The woman did not rush to act but smiled at Julius Reed.
Her face was fair, lips alluring.
