Yu Qingyang appeared sluggish, perhaps due to tension or some fear. At this moment, his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Shu Ya
The sword light paused before the rain and the blue sun, then suddenly vanished.
But it was a long time before Yu and the blue sun recovered from their lost minds.
With three parts hatred, three parts fear, three parts curiosity, a hint of reluctance, he took a deep look at Ao Cangsheng.
He couldn't imagine that a genius on his proud list would be defeated by the young man before him.
"No, he must have a special background! Otherwise, with my strength, how could I fail!"
Not understanding in his heart, Yu Qingyang couldn't help but comfort himself this way.
"Which battalion do you belong to?"
Thinking this, Yu Qingyang couldn't resist asking.
In Yu Qingyang's view, if this person weren't a genius from the Nine Heavens, how could he defeat him?
Though he almost knew all the next generation geniuses of the Nine Heavens.
