"Zhou Xuan's son..." Chu Kuangtian's expression was complex, murmuring with emotion.
"Chu Kuangtian, when you get down to it, he's the true successor of the Zhou Tian Xuan Sect. You should address him as Young Master," the Master of Dark Prison laughed loudly.
Upon hearing this, Ye Miaoxian's eyes nearly burst into flames.
But Chu Kuangtian remained calm as still water, shaking his head, "Rivers flow endlessly to the east, washing away all heroes... Countless people have come and gone, leaving nothing behind..."
"In the vast Great World, what is eternally undefeatable isn't bloodline inheritance but unrivaled Divine Skills..."
As he spoke, Chu Kuangtian's gaze slowly drifted away from Zhou Dao's body, as if he no longer saw him in his eyes.
"Zhou Xuan is no longer around, let alone him!"
Boom boom boom...
Those words struck like knives, causing a surge of shock in Zhou Dao's heart. His gaze deepened, suddenly filled with murderous intent.
