Ling Fan's indifferent voice wafted through the air like a gentle breeze, sweeping into the ears of everyone in the square—a low-key yet unmistakable display of overbearing dominance.
Zhu Qing looked down at his chest in disbelief, his thoughts in chaos. He could feel his life force slipping away.
"How is this possible, how can it be like this, it actually penetrated my Xuansi Soft Armor?" Zhu Qing's face turned pale, unable to accept the reality before him.
He was the Zhu Family's once-in-three-hundred-years genius; for twenty years, a pearl covered in dust, enduring in silence until today, all for a soaring rise!
But was his light to fall here before fully shining forth? His heart was filled with sorrow, and he thought of the age-old saying: "To die before one's ambition is achieved!"
"How... how could this happen..." Chang Jun stood in place, dumbfounded, as if he'd lost his soul.
