Whether it was the people watching the live broadcast or the people at the scene, all of them stared wide-eyed at that figure.
Red Shirt! Silver Face!
It flew wantonly!
That bone-chilling coldness!
No one could be wrong!
That blood-red dress! That cold silver face!
It could almost merge with the remaining side view!
Mo Qiu was also stunned. At that moment, he even forgot what he wanted to say. He stared blankly at that figure for a moment before saying, "Instructor…"
His voice was not loud, but it sounded very abrupt in the entire scene. Everyone could hear the word that was almost choked up.
"Is that… the King of Mercenaries?" Someone asked in a daze.
"It doesn't seem to be wrong…" Another person looked at the people around him who had already covered their mouths and held back their tears. He took a deep breath.
"It's her! That's right!"
"King of Mercenaries!"
