He smiled happily.
Jiang Wang's gaze remained calm; he never thought Zheng Fei and Li Shou, despite their chaotic appearances, lacked combat wisdom. To grow to such strength, they must be skilled in killing. It's not surprising that the illusion was broken, especially when the opponent possessed such powerful divine skills.
He had the enlightenment not to score achievements and the courage to fight to the end, even if it meant dying here.
He and his longsword were equally composed, continuing to pursue Li Shou with a demeanor cold to the point of being icy, suddenly turning around to strike!
The heavens and earth split into a line, as gracefully as a scholar wielding a brush, yet carrying an unparalleled sense of desolation!
Once more, ten years of downfall, life and death entwined in vengeance.
This time, however, was slightly different.
On the blade of Longing, the frost of Buzhou Wind lightly spun.
Making the sword even colder, with a chilling killing intent.
