On the beach, Qin Ming faced the night wind, his black hair fluttering, and his handsome face with eyes bright like stars, his voice roared like thunder, shattered the night fog, causing wave after wave in the sea, crashing towards the high heavens, deafening.
"Geng Yu!" shouted the elder Yu Botao, who spoke earlier, his silver hair standing on end like arrows, furious beyond measure, his eyes filled with blood.
One of the seven beheaded was his youngest grandson. This time, the accompanying youth had come to earn merit and experience, and though traveling far from home, his worldly experience would naturally increase.
The resurgence of "Old Mountain" in Yujing is known, and internal competition is quite fierce.
Whether climbing the Tao Tree or entering the Heavenly Magnetic Nest to enhance the spiritual field or receiving focused resources, the queue of prodigies is by no means short.
Those who do not excel find themselves at the back even if they wish to take shortcuts.
