A dark-haired man with two horns on his head emerged. Though black qi swirled around him, he wore spotless white robes. That contrast of darkness and purity radiated a wild, domineering aura.0

His expression was cold and aloof, as if he were a god that stood above everyone else. When he appeared, time itself seemed to halt. When his eyes fell upon Long Chen, Mu Qingyun felt her body locked in place by some kind of law.0

Those eyes pierced through her like blades, stripping away every defense. Her hand trembled uncontrollably. Never before had she encountered such a terrifying existence.1

The white-robed man looked at Mu...0