Boom!
A simple utterance turned into thunder, shaking Dao Kuang's body, his face turning deathly pale.
In the daze born from extreme shock, he seemed to see Xie Tian far away in the extreme east of Ningzhou, under the cool shade by Beauty Lake.
On Xie Tian's face hung the usual tranquility.
This tranquility was the typical expression Xie Tian wore whenever he shocked the Nine States.
This expression meant a sure win, meant a layout that no one could see through, surrounding him, dooming anyone who approached.
"The Evil Blade, there, there are actually two..."
Hearing his own hoarse mumble, Dao Kuang only then realized his throat was somewhat dry.
But he didn't have time to swallow to moisten his parched throat, he immediately looked towards Zhen Feidao and the other two.
Beneath the calm expressions of the three was immense satisfaction and happiness as if about to ascend...
Funny, but Dao Kuang couldn't laugh.
