"Hmm?!"
Xing Hong's face suddenly froze, staring intently in one direction.
There, a black-clad youth stood on a silver treasure, his eyes coldly fixed on him.
Buzz!
In an instant, Xing Hong felt an unprecedented chill surge from his feet to the top of his head, as if he had fallen into a ten thousand foot Cold Abyss.
Someone! When did a person appear there?!
His heart pounded with fear, like a drum hammering.
Xing Hong's face, which had once looked down upon all directions, suddenly turned pale.
So close in proximity, yet he couldn't sense anything.
So close, after preparing the Seven Swords Falling Stars of the Seven-Star Kingdom divine swordsmanship for nearly two hours, a move that could injure even a Seventh Realm powerhouse, this black-clad youth remained unscathed.
Fear sprouted from the depths of his heart, uncontrollably pouring out.
And when he saw the black-clad youth stepping over, every step felt like it was pressing on his heart.
