'He's out of seclusion...'
Qin Feng understood. 'He's even faster than I estimated. It seems the foundation of the Son of the Emperor Warband is truly unfathomable. Their Nourishing Technique might be on par with my Ten-Complete Hand, but Cang's mastery of it is probably a bit weaker than my own.'
Cang's appearance was like a massive boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up violent ripples.
Then, as if by some unspoken agreement...
BOOM!
An aura as scorching and violent as the core of a star erupted not far away.
Clad in crimson Battle Armor and wielding a ferocious War Spear, Flame Crow stood in the air. His gaze was like fire, fixed directly on Cang, his will to battle surging.
On the other side, a bone-chilling Sword Intent shot into the sky.
Dressed entirely in white, the slender Leng Yu appeared silently, cradling an ancient longsword.
Her aura was like a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg, keeping everyone at a great distance.
