The snowstorm was vast.
Above Liuxue Mountain, after the terrifying Old One descended, unlike the helpless despair of the Second Prince and others, Xiahou Shou was ecstatic.
"Hahaha..."
At this moment, Xiahou Shou couldn't help but laugh wildly.
The aspiration buried in his heart for over a thousand years was about to be fulfilled, the destruction of the Eternal Night Clan was within reach, and he could no longer contain the excitement in his heart.
"Great Old One..."
Xiahou Shou immediately flew towards the majestic Old One, his attitude extremely respectful.
He was about to speak when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure appearing out of thin air in front of him.
"Old One, what are you here for?"
The calm and indifferent tone seemed to regard the other as a figure of the same level, without any ripple, even with a hint of questioning?
Xiahou Shou was about to strike when he felt an invisible force suddenly emerge, an irresistible power instantly detached his right arm.
