If the masked man insists on killing Liu Cong, then he must put his own life on the line as a burial companion for Liu Cong.
"What?!" Feeling the swift wind approaching, the masked man was shocked and hurriedly performed a heavy-landing maneuver in mid-air, quickly falling to the ground, barely avoiding Qin Yuesheng's deadly breath.
Even though he managed to dodge in time, the hair on top of his head was still shaved flat by the 'breath', revealing a patch of bald skin.
He stood motionless yet able to injure the enemy with his words.
Upon witnessing this, everyone present was greatly surprised; it is rumored that those who have cultivated to the high levels of the Inner Power Realm can harm enemies with their breath, plucking flowers and leaves to kill, could it be that this young man has reached such a stage at such a young age?
What a monstrous talent this is.
"You!" The masked man exclaimed in astonishment.
