Night fog, weeds, the desolate main street, that tall figure stepping on the broken bluestone pavement, walking step by step, carrying a sense of oppression.
"Second brother, you have become distant, a stranger. It's been years since we parted. I have missed you greatly," Cui Chongxiao spoke peacefully from within the mist, as if reminiscing about old times.
The main street seemed shrouded in his shadow; he was like an abyss, ready to devour everything nearby, even the insects stopped chirping.
Qin Ming once again took out the Divine Measuring Ruler refined from the Nine Lives Tree, driving the Hunyuan Force, putting in all his strength from the start, golden radiance surging, an endless Sword Qi Storm forming!
The mist outside Cui Chongxiao's body appeared like molten metal, starting to distort and rise, becoming terrifying and unpredictable. He suddenly opened a vertical eye.
