The martial artists who broke into the Ji clan were all dead, their flesh and blood a blurry mess, and the entire Ji clan tower was profoundly silent.
Only Ji Batian's figure stood at the tower's gate, his tall figure stretched out by the lingering light to an extraordinary length.
The strongest of the Ji clan, capable of capturing the mighty Wu Yang Grandmaster and the leader of the Library Pavilion by himself, once again being confronted by Ji Batian, Wu Yang Grandmaster and the Library Pavilion's leader felt anger, but even more, fear.
Only by having fought this guy can one truly understand his terror.
Ji Batian left a deep impression, like an eternal colossus, striking like thunder, heavy as a thousand pounds, with a surging force that could sweep away adversaries.
This is an extremely terrifying person.
Ji Bai Ri's face showed a smile, slowly saying, "Your time of death has arrived..."
