"----"
Heavy air flowed through the battlefield, isolating all the movement in the other directions, leaving only the two people facing each other.
Su Ming and Lord Crow stared at each other. The emotions in their eyes made the heavy air almost unable to continue flowing, as if it were on the verge of solidifying.
After more than three months, the two people who had once fought each other to the death finally met again in this northern wonderland, an extremely long distance from Longyao City.
And right from the start, both sides were unleashing their killing intent at each other.
Especially Lord Crow.
As he looked at the young man opposite him, who was clearly not even twenty years old, Lord Crow felt as though he were seeing the man from more than three months ago—the man who had worn a black robe and mask like him in the underground ruins of Longyao City, yet had nearly plunged him into eternal damnation.
----"King Ming."
This mysterious figure, sought by countless factions, countless experts, and countless people with ulterior motives, had vanished without a trace over the past three months. Now, he had appeared right before Lord Crow.
Recalling how he had nearly died under the other party's direct strike with Fallen Flowers of Fu Tian more than three months ago, the killing intent in Lord Crow's eyes instantly grew even denser.
"Su Ming? King Ming?" Lord Crow said coldly. "How should I address you?"
Hearing this, Su Ming curled his lips.
He did not deny Lord Crow's claim.
If anyone else had addressed Su Ming by the name "King Ming," Su Ming absolutely would not have admitted it so easily.
But Lord Crow was different.
After all, in the underground ruins of Longyao City more than three months ago,