Jiang Changge's gaze was steadfast: "Nangong, we cannot lose this struggle that has lasted for a hundred thousand years, at least, we cannot let him win."
"Your obsession has sunk deep into your bones and you have become a demon!"
Nangong Qingyao frowned, preparing to leave this place.
A beam of golden light descended from the sky, trapping her within.
"Elder Nangong, your reincarnation and cultivation to this day is merely at the Harmonious Realm, you're not my opponent."
Jiang Changge said expressionlessly: "Please remain in the Immortal Execution Gate peacefully, perhaps, Chen might eventually succeed?"
...
"Mad, utterly mad!"
Star Plucking Tower.
Inside a pavilion standing atop a ten-thousand-zhang cliff, the sound of tables and chairs collapsing and porcelain shattering echoed continuously.
The old blind man, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, for the first time since he began cultivating, couldn't control his emotions, frenziedly smashing everything.
