Not too far away, the sharp shrill of sirens sounded, as four police cars whizzed through.
"Huh?"
Xiao Qiang frowned, turning to look at Xiao Hong, a glint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Hu...."
Xiao Hong felt as if she was suddenly shrouded by a large mountain, feeling her life threatened at any moment.
At this moment, an ancient voice whispered into Xiao Qiang's ear: "Young man, don't blame the innocent. I, who am your junior, bear you no grudges."
In the next moment, Xiao Qiang distinctly felt a powerful aura rise to the heavens. This domineering aura, the kind that could swallow the world, seemed to belong to a Golden Core stage cultivator.
"Golden Core stage?"
A fleeting confusion in his mind, Xiao Qiang surprisingly wondered why this world would have a Golden Core stage cultivator.
