Siji silence.
Only the strong wind like drums.
"You think you can stop me here?"
The figure is the white-clothed young man, Chen Yang, who lifted the curtain of the carriage with indifference, then stepped off the carriage.
The cold wind howled, lifting his hair.
His clothes flapped fiercely in the wind.
The sky filled with fiery peach blossoms, riding the wind, swept over Chen Yang's body and head.
Everyone turned their eyes to him, scrutinizing carefully.
This is Chen Yang?!
Not particularly handsome, but his aura was downright magnificent!
Yet Chen Yang remained oblivious.
He slowly raised his gaze, looking at the Thirty-Six Sword Fiends not far in front of him, and the blood-soaked Ye Ping.
He stood still and silent.
"Cough cough."
Ye Ping, ribs half broken and body soaked in blood, was immediately supported up, hunching over, his expression shocked and terrified!
