"Cough cough."
Expending great effort, Mu Qing barely managed to stand up, his mind muddled, his entire body chilled to the core. Reflected in his eyes was the indifferent, towering, and unparalleled figure of Chen Yang, akin to a War God, undefeatable.
Three years ago, he had already stepped into the realm of Divine Conquest, his combat prowess indisputable, yet the result...
One move?
He couldn't even withstand a single move from the opponent!
How could he not be terrified?
And at this moment.
Finally, Mu Ying, Mu Jian, and other core members of the City Lord's Mansion began to gradually regain their senses. Amidst the noise of tables and chairs, they all abruptly stood up, their eyes filled with extreme shock and fear.
He stood wielding a sword, his robe fluttering in the wind, rustling loudly.
Despising the heroes, unmatched in elegance.
Heavenly might like clouds.
In stark contrast to the disheveled and panting Mu Qing.
"Qing'er..."
