The crashing show continued for some minutes and gave Zhao Luo the feeling of soon being hit by a truck.
After that, in ten more seconds of watching this show, that disciple who had been charging in Zhao Luo's direction was standing twenty feet away from Zhao Luo.
The disciple intensely stared at Zhao Luo.
'Does he intend to set me on fire?'
Zhao Luo thought with a smirk as he looked at the disciple's badge.
'He is also a level eight 'VIII'
Zhao Luo confirmed the level of the disciple and wondered about the look in the eyes of this disciple.
Even he didn't know what kind of rumor had spread about him that could cause the disciple in front of him to have such an intense hatred in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Luo.
"What?"
Zhao Luo questioned him whilst he tightened his fist.
"Handsome. Silver Hair. Broad Shoulders. Clear Eyes with unmeasurable depth. You're the one."
