The night wind was chilly, rustling the clothing of the corpses on the ground.
Zhang Rongfang and Cyan Horn stood facing each other, accompanied by a group of elite experts brought by the Sea Dragon.
These people were no ordinary folk!
The weakest among them was even at the Third Grade, and the strongest at the Seventh Grade, but under Zhang Rongfang's hand, they were like ordinary people, not able to withstand even a single encounter.
Such prowess...
Such martial arts!
"You...! Such a venomous hand, such a ruthless heart!" Cyan Horn's hatred had never been so intense before.
In so many years, it was the first time he felt such a strong murderous intent towards someone.
"We have always stood on opposing sides, why bother saying such childish words?" Zhang Rongfang flicked off the blood from his hand and turned to face his opponent.
"I've always been curious, haven't you heard of my achievements in Tan Yang? Why are you still so confident?"
