The biting cold wind snapped against Xiao Chen's clothing, causing his black hair to whip wildly in the wind. His chiseled, handsome face was full of cold and stern expressions. The sharp light in his eyes was like a razor's edge. At this moment, Xiao Chen's impressive figure was deeply ingrained in everyone's mind - so close to a demon, so close to a devil!
"My God, what am I seeing?!"
"It's so terrifying!"
"The Divine Dragon Bodyguard - it's unbelievable!"
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The snow peak opposite was in an uproar.
Among the cultivators trapped on Dragon Island, not only Xiao Chen was diligently practicing to enhance his cultivation level - every single one of them was making rapid progress as well. This could be attributed to the immense pressure to survive - failure to advance meant death, as everyone knew that strength was the only way to survive on Dragon Island.
