Amidst the swirling rain of blood, a figure emerged.
Dressed in blue, gripping a long sword, with eyes as dark as ink—cold, indifferent, sharp, and icy. He stood like a peerless swordsman on the edge of a cliff. Who else could it be but Luo Cheng?
The crowd was stunned by the sudden turn of events, the silence deafening and terrifying!
No one had expected Luo Cheng to dare to kill someone in such a situation!
Suddenly, a furious roar shattered the calm.
"You brat, I'll tear you to pieces!"
Cheng Gong, seeing the mangled corpses of his junior brothers, was instantly enraged, his eyes reddening. He spread his hands, and a wave of claw force shaped like wind blades instantly condensed, sweeping toward Luo Cheng.
Hiss hiss hiss!
These green claw forces were incomparably sharp, crossing a distance of ten steps in the blink of an eye, enveloping Luo Cheng entirely.
