Chen Fangqing's face turned incomparably pale in an instant.

It's not out of fear.

Densely densely packed sword intent continued to spread out with Wang Shengxiao as the center, occupying every corner of the box.

That sword qi was so dense, so faint, yet so powerful.

An almost hideous sharpness enveloped Chen Fangqing, as if a fine needle was sticking in his entire body.

It felt a little sore, a little itchy, a little numb.

His body trembled uncontrollably ...