Chu Heng's status in the Silver Moon Liberia Empire was not inferior to His Highness the Night King's in the Raya Empire? Beiting Huang almost burst into laughter. At this moment, a light voice that was gorgeous and heavy with heavy pressure, approached from afar. "Who is mentioning my name? Who is the King of the Northern Wings? How dare you compare yourself to me?"
This voice seemed to have crawled out of a crack in hell. It carried a bone-piercing coldness and a pressure that was as daunting as a mountain. After his last sentence gently echoed in everyone's ears and hearts, others could still feel dizzy. Chu Heng and Xia Jian almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Who?"
The guardian warriors and alchemy sages that Chu Heng had brought with him tightened their grip on the longswords in their hands as they looked around. After the other party finished speaking, these people did not even see the other party's shadow. What a huge irony!
