Late at night.
Western Liang.
In the camp, Xiang Shaoyun suddenly opened his eyes. Inside the tent, his terrifying Qi and blood were once again roaring.
His eyes were bloodshot, and blue veins stood out on his neck.
He raised his head. His thick, coarse hair was down, looking like whimsical, long steel needles. Inside his tall, strong body, there was startling Internal Blasting Resonance. Even the air around him bent and shuddered slightly.
"Immortal!"
Xiang Shaoyun's eyes blazed with anger and shame impossible to hide.
So what if the guy was an Immortal?
How dare he make him kneel?!
He, Xiang Shaoyun, wouldn't kneel to anyone in heaven or on earth... no one in the world was worthy enough.
Like a beast, he unleashed a growl, which echoed endlessly. It was so deafening that those who heard it felt as if their Qi and blood were going to explode inside their bodies.
