"I knew it..."
"That old guy Zhao Chunyang... has been biased from start to finish..."
Zhou Zhiren was nailed to the mountain wall, looking at his junior brother, he couldn't stop himself from laughing, tears streaming from his eyes, his purple robe trembling, as copious blood flowed down the flying sword, creating one crater after another on the ground. The Primordial Fire on his body was still burning, yet to be extinguished, and showed signs of growing more intense.
Xie Xuanyi just silently watched the person in front of him.
Xuan Ming's earlier question lingered in his Heart Lake.
How should he handle Zhou Zhiren?
This was someone he regarded as a blood brother.
When he was young, Zhou Zhiren was like an "elder brother", shielding him from the wind and rain.
Bang!
Amid a brief silence.
