The black mist surged all around, evil qi overflowing to the sky, a pair of cold blood-red eyes, a black long blade behind exuding a chilling cold aura.
"Yama!" Shen Yunzhou furrowed his brows, speaking coldly, "Why are you sneaking around like a thief, skulking about, are you planning a stealthy attack?"
And seeing the opponent, Old Emperor Xuanyuan Chong instinctively adopted a defensive stance.
This person possesses extraordinary strength; the last time at Wuxiang Mountain, the opponent refrained from using full force because of concerns over this man and that white elephant.
Otherwise, I truly couldn't withstand it.
Zhou Qing's heart also trembled, not expecting to meet Yama here.
That day at Wuxiang Mountain, the simulated Extreme Dao Weapon the opponent summoned still left him frightened at the thought.
That earth-shattering strike even forced the Old Emperor to bring out the gold dragon of fate in response.
