What are you talking about?
Xia Country people?
Lord?
"What lord? Which lord?" those who understood couldn't help but ask.
The air turbulence created by the other party's descent seemed to slightly sink the ground, as if a Heavenly God was descending. Such a powerful aura made people inevitably think of that legendary player.
Li Changzhou didn't answer.
He could understand the 'who' in Japanese, but the more complex things...
His gaze shifted towards the sealed iron sphere; he stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and walked over with long strides, an elegant posture.
"Stop!" came the sound of firearms targeting him.
"Ah!!" soldiers screamed in horror, discarding their firearms. Some even shot at their own teammates.
The once quiet and peace-restored Shibuya crossroads had once again turned into a battlefield.
Yang Qinglan, standing above the Shibuya sky, had no intention of killing them; he simply released an "Illusion".
