own, he wouldn't stand a chance.Wu Changkong didn't look at him at all, but instead lowered his head to stare at the long sword in his hand.Frost Sword, his spirit weapon. It had been a long time sinc...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。ched, everything around them twisted anew, but within that grayness, a touch of black appeared. 。Despair, deathly silence, destruction! ……A flash of light and shadow, Tang Wulin once again entered the...