"Tsk, tsk..."

The crazy laughter came from Crowning Lord's mouth. Surrounded by the thick black Qi, he fixed his eyes on Fang Qiu. No mighty Qi power erupted, but a rather peculiar aura was faintly emitting from him. Seemingly, it set up a killing formation.

Facing Crowning Lord, who was laughing crazily, Fang Qiu lifted his eyebrows. As the divine sword in his hand quietly dissipated, a trace of golden energy arose in his palm, leisurely circling like a ...