Someone had tightly grabbed his fist, yet that uncanny spiral qi force failed to penetrate the newcomer's flesh, lingering outside for a brief moment before vanishing into the void.
Qing Feng stood quietly on the spot, his robes fluttering gently in the lingering wind. With his left hand held behind his back and his right placed before his abdomen, a trace of almost imperceptible amusement was deeply hidden within his pinprick-cold pupils.
Xue Hao sneered upon hearing this, thinking that if Qing Feng looked down on him, he could only blame himself for lacking judgment.
Originally he even wanted to put up a resistance and instinctively started dodging, yet unexpectedly, he gradually began to feel a sensation.
A Xi's betrayal of her back then had not been publicized, so many people had no idea what had happened.
Just as she was about to confirm that she had never taken a picture with him, she suddenly remembered upon seeing the scenery behind them-wasn't this that very day, the first time they met, after she was forcibly dragged home by his mother and went to attend that horrifying banquet that same day?
"Mom, I'll treat my younger brother now," Yao Yixian said. Looking at her deranged younger brother, the rims of her eyes turned red. Gazing at his deranged appearance, sometimes she and her mother would secretly embrace and weep bitterly. For five years, she had never given up; she hoped her younger brother could return to normal.
"I hope I don't corrupt you, otherwise any random person from those followers behind you could swallow me alive," Hong Sheng muttered to herself, sighing in a way that left Mo Sheng somewhat dazed.
After a long while, when the towering giant pillar behind Hu Ao was only as thick as a single person,