The young man with long hair and a tender face stood quietly not far from him, watching. Shen Li turned his gaze over, and finally, their eyes met. "What are you looking at?" Shen Li's expression was not good; anyone who had just encountered such a thing would not be in a good mood.
Their gazes intertwined in the air, as if a lightning bolt exploded directly out—a truly malicious person!
"You are strong." The young man spoke softly. His voice was ethereal, of course, not the kind of clear and pleasant tone like a girl's, but rather desolate. Xiao Qiang didn't bother to pay attention to the quality of his voice; he knew this person was his enemy, and that was enough.
"What, want to face off here?" Xiao Qiang's eyes carried a fierce intent. The man looked at Xiao Qiang and shook his head, saying lightly, "No, this time the main goal is the Heart of the Demon God; there's no need to fight to the death with you here."
