Another person, clad in white, very elegant, holding a sword, with fair skin and a face like jade, the peculiar thing is, his sword is as thin as a thread, unbelievably slender.
Another person, robust build, overflowing blood qi, holding a huge blade, the blade seemingly custom-made, silver white, extremely broad and thick, twin-edged, with a hollowed handle in the center, the man grips the large blade, standing there, every breath exudes an oppressive aura, the air before him seems to ripple and flee from each inhale and exhale.
"You, are you Su Chen?" Not Yingying who spoke first, it was the stout man holding the huge blade with overflowing blood qi.
This person is at the pseudo-divine later stage realm, and his strength definitely does not fall short of his realm, rather, it's stronger, he followed behind Yinyin, and after stepping off the elliptical sphere, without any time interval, raised his gaze, staring at Su Chen, not holding back, directly shouted.
His shout.
