Canglang, ninth on the list of young masters, was incredibly strong.
It was said he possessed a sliver of Wolf God Divine Blood, making him ferocious, cold-blooded, and terrifying!
Anyone who challenged him, or whom he challenged, was crippled without exception.
He exuded a bestial, blood-soaked aura. Others would give him a wide berth, their hearts filled with fear at the mere sight of him.
But in this moment, he had watched as Jiang Jichen, with a mere flick of his hand, made all his subordinates' heads explode.
Brain matter splattered, blood sprayed everywhere, and bone fragments flew through the air... The scene was gruesome to the extreme.
But none of this fazed Canglang in the slightest.
Even if every last one of his men died, he wouldn't feel a shred of pity or regret.
He would only think them weak, useless trash who should have died long ago!
What truly moved him was Jiang Jichen's power!
