C936 He is not human

At night, the skies of the capital were shrouded in a haze. The cultivation of the black clothed man who suddenly appeared was not weak. Although it was just one move, Chen Yuyang could already feel that his opponent was at least a quasi-Saint. What made him even more incomprehensible was that the other party had an aura that he felt familiar with. This aura seemed to belong to Yang Ming