Jian Tongming's Trial

Jiang Siming watched the Snow Empress's retreating figure, which somehow looked a little forlorn, and in the end, he let out a quiet sigh.

"Now there's another one. I really am a heartless bastard!"

The Extreme North, Demon Cave.

"What are you trying to pull this time? I'm fucking about at my limit already!" Shen Ming couldn't help cursing.

The Taoist Elder seated opposite him remained calm and detached from worldly affairs as he said, "That depends on his choice. Neither you nor I have the right to choose."

"Fuck! You really think I'm made of clay, huh?" The moment Shen Ming finished speaking, all the modern furniture around them vanished, revealing endless chaos.

"What? Finally can't hold it in anymore? Then let's have a fight!" At that moment, the Taoist Elder also abandoned his usual breezy composure. Endless tyrannical energy radiated from him, making the entire void tremble in waves.

"A fight it is! You think I'm scared of you?"

A Desolate Great Spear tore through the air and appeared in Shen Ming's hand. At that moment, Shen Ming descended upon heaven and earth like a god, stirring the endless void.

"I'm exhausted!"

Both of them lay back on the sofa in satisfaction. After suppressing themselves for so long, they had finally vented it out.

"Your strength has grown a great deal again!" the Taoist Elder praised.

"What damn use is that? I still have to endure endless loneliness and torment." Shen Ming's eyes were filled with boundless loneliness.

"Soon! Perhaps this time will be the final ending. Both you and I will be freed!" the Taoist Elder said, sounding somewhat relieved.

"I've spent so long with you, but this is the first time I've seen you show that kind of expression. Are you tired of it?" Shen Ming