"Gurgle," "Gurgle" ...
Gazing at the corpse of the Cold Sword, everyone was dumbfounded, frozen on the spot. Once they came to their senses, the sounds of people swallowing echoed one after another.
"Strong, so strong, incredibly strong, overbearingly strong!"
"This guy is definitely a monster, the Cold Sword was slaughtered by his single move, who else is his match? I fear that only the White-faced Young Master can suppress him. This guy is the second monster since the White-faced Young Master."
"It's over. This guy is going to kill one person a day. If this continues, we will all die at his hands. He is just in the late phase of Myriad Forms, yet how is his strength so intimidating?"
"Can't provoke him, really can't provoke him, gotta find a place to hide, this rhythm will scare people to death."
...
At this moment, their gaze on Long Yan changed. They were full of awe, terror, and even admiration.
