It was high noon.
The sun hung high in the sky, marking the most sweltering part of the day.
But now...
The entire Celestial Demon Canyon was deathly silent. The many powerhouses within the canyon were all stunned speechless, feeling only waves of coldness wash over them.
The complexions of Luoo Ri and Meng Qing changed simultaneously. The youth before them, with his sunny and harmless smile, sent a tremor of fear through them that reached the very depths of their souls.
The two subconsciously retreated.
Jiang Chen's face was cold as he single-handedly gripped the blood-stained wheel, pressing closer to the two men step by step.
He said nothing, merely staring at them coldly.
Luoo Ri and Meng Qing's faces turned pale. They recalled how, just over a month ago, the three of them had joined forces and still lost to Jiang Chen.
And now…
