C1708 The Power of the World(1)

Carrying a peerless sharpness, he slowly walked towards Chiang Zhan like a sheathed divine saber. His long hair was fluttering in the wind, and his eyebrows were like sharp swords. His eyes were bright and incomparably sharp, and no one dared to stare at him directly.

Everyone was so scared that they shivered. Everyone held their breath and focused their attention. No one dared to make a noise