Boom!
The sound like thunder pierced the sky.
In the vast scene, a bitter cold pervaded every inch of air.
It was a murderous aura.
A murderous aura that reached the purest extreme!
Terrifying.
Fearful and uneasy.
Stunned, even to the point of losing one's soul.
Various complex emotions filled the hearts of all the onlookers present.
Who, who exactly is this person?
"I should thank you for connecting us?"
Chen Yang spoke again, his voice was very clear, like a vintage wine, leisurely but with lingering strength.
Yet such a simple sentence was deafening, making Qi Song almost go deaf, his limbs trembling.
Especially noticing, this young man, seemingly unmatched in strength, was looking down at him, Qi Song felt like he'd seen the Grim Reaper.
The Grim Reaper's gaze.
With trembling fear, he raised his hand, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and for a long time, dared not move.
Slap.
Suddenly, a slap exploded loudly.
