Chen Gu's laughter echoed from afar: "I await you!"
Then the voice became distant.
And disappeared.
A sharp momentum, carrying the residual might of a hundred battles, had already entered Baiyun State City.
It surged forward in a domineering sweep, with unmatched momentum, heading straight for the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.
Duan Xiyang paused, furrowed his brow, and a sudden chill of killing aura flashed in his eyes: "Why has Xue Fuxiao come?"
Feng Yunqi let out a long breath, unexpectedly flickered, and leapt out the window.
He stood on the rooftop of the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower, shouting with excitement as if finding a lifeline: "Xue Fuxiao... come save me! Help me..."
"Who?"
Xue Fuxiao was surprised.
Is there such a person here?
Someone who can unabashedly call out my name is definitely amongst the world's elites; ordinarily, they wouldn't dare.
Yet, someone of such caliber is calling for rescue!
This is even stranger.
