The black armor was ominous.
The jade belt gleamed brightly.
The high crown resembled a mountain peak.
The golden feathers were like sharp blades.
As he stepped forward, his Wave Riding Light Steps were elusive and unpredictable, and in his movement, he was like a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping, with a presence that suffocated all around him.
When Luo Chen emerged from the nameless desolate mountain where he had been refining a Magic Item, Cheng Bai felt as though a Demon King had stepped out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, carrying an overwhelmingly blood-soaked aura right to his face.
"Gulp..."
A mouthful of saliva was swallowed involuntarily, and Cheng Bai hesitantly knelt down on the ground.
"Junior Cheng Bai, pays respects to the Senior!"
Luo Chen, looking down at the man beneath him, spoke gruffly, "Your name is not important, what I want to know is who is this Master Ming Lei, and from which force does he hail?"
