A solitary figure, like the Grim Reaper.
The Grim Reaper, tasked with harvesting souls, always walks alone, doesn't he?
Thousands of onlookers along the way were all so frightened they were beyond themselves, uncontrollably retreating backward until they reached the very edge of the path.
Soon, Chen Yang stepped into the mountain gate of Biluo Sword Valley.
At this moment.
Whether outside the gate or inside, all eyes converged on this spirited young man, as sharp as a drawn sword.
Some were terrified, some envious, some excited and thrilled, as various emotions surged within their hearts.
In his early thirties, yet so outstanding. In the entire southern region, who else could compare?
Among the frightened and agitated crowd.
In fact, there were disciples of the Changsheng Sect who had already infiltrated, along with familiar faces like Shen Shaotian and Qiao Hongchang.
Today was Qiao Hongchang's second time seeing Chen Yang.
