On a blood-colored land far across the Blood Ocean, a young silhouette stood, his face cold as he watched Shi Feng's departing figure. This person, with his stern features and elegant demeanor, was none other than Yang Zhong.
At this moment, Yang Zhong, who once had a resolute face, was looking at the sky where Shi Feng's form had vanished, revealing a trace of emotion for the first time.
"What's wrong, Zhong'er, feeling defeated?" A hoarse, elderly voice came from the Jade Scroll hanging around Yang Zhong's neck.
"Teacher, this person's talent is too terrifying! Is everyone from the Nine Nether Lineage this monstrous?" Yang Zhong said.
