He was well aware that Zhou Ceng's martial arts talent was so high that achieving Yang God was merely a matter of time.
Although he had currently regained part of his cultivation from years ago, it was best to avoid the sharpness of top-tier martial artists like Zhou Ceng...
Indeed!
A four-sided Secret Hall enveloped in killing intent quickly approached from the distant void, instilling fear at first sight.
Dressed in white, standing at the end of the Secret Hall, with sleeves draping down, exuding an unmatchable aura.
Zhou Ceng was expressionless, his long hair fluttering in the wind.
The snow-white garments he wore, with blood stains on the cuffs, beneath his feet were several corpses of Evil Cultivators at the Yin God Realm.
Apparently.
