Feeling the imposing aura coming from the direction of the Commandery City, the murderous flow of light from Bai Jiao Mountain stalled for a moment.
Tao Shengjiang, burning with anger in his chest, looked down.
He saw a brilliant red stream of light breaking through the oppressive city-destroying clouds, in which there was a tall and straight young figure, appearing to be no more than twenty years old.
The face was ordinary, but the eyes were as deep as the night, calm like an ancient well, and Tao Shengjiang even saw a hint of long-repressed anticipation in those beautiful eyes.
What is he anticipating?
Anticipating my arrival...
Is this child insane?!
The powerful spiritual force of a Great Cultivator greatly surpasses that of ordinary people, and in an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Tao Shengjiang's mind.
In the end, he personally crushed each thought, leaving only one, and from it, he sensed something extraordinary.
Something is not right!
