Silver River Gorge, the sword light pierces the sky.
Qin Ming traversed high above, the strongest Chaos Force surging, piercing through the night, emitting a frightening sonic boom, with massive white airwaves appearing around him.
His speed was terrifying, using his body as the apex, spreading backward in a conical shock wave, forming a cone-shaped condensation cloud.
At this moment, Qin Ming appeared like an ancient Heavenly Immortal roaming, with a large white immortal fog behind him.
In the vast night, the primitive forest was expansive, faintly visible, with some areas in the distance flaring up with firelight, sword shadows flickering, a bloody battle erupting.
Qin Ming's mental sound wave had already reached afar, achieving a certain effect.
"Who is the madman roaring?"
The experts invading from the Blood Forest, someone raised their head, looking towards the horizon.
"Claiming to be the First Grandmaster, are you worthy?"
