Who is Su Chen? What hardships and pain, what struggles between life and death, what desperate situations has he not experienced? What's this little difficulty?
He continued to persist. To try.
Time passed, breath by breath.
The entire Qing Jian Tomb grew more and more oppressive.
At this moment.
It had been about thirty breaths since Yuaan Suifeng started looking for Su Chen.
Yuaan Suifeng was like a towering giant demon, spanning the heavens and the earth, casting shadows across the sky. His eyes were like those of an eagle, filled with violence, murderous intent, pride, confidence, and fierceness.
Every time his gaze shifted, the air emitted a harsh hissing sound, and where his gaze passed, it was as if accompanied by thunder and lightning.
Inside Qing Jian Tomb, countless swordsmen didn't dare to breathe loudly, cowering their heads, terrified that Yuaan Suifeng might destroy them on a whim if he got upset.
Indeed, Yuaan Suifeng was not in a good mood.
