Kapitel 447: 437, exactly the same

Ling Que couldn't withstand the intense pressure and stumbled several steps backward until a camphor tree halted her retreat.

A trace of fresh blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, a shocking sight.

To the side, Xuanyuan Shangchen remained standing there, motionless as ever, regarding the overwhelming pressure as if it were nothing, as steady as a rock.

A black trench coat flowed without wind around him, carrying with it a piercing coldness.

Mo Zhixuan stood opposite the two of them, the corners of his cool lips slightly raised, his expression as chilly as ever, as if his features were frosted over.

The arc of his smile changed nothing.

This was a contest between titans.

Indecisive in outcome.

Ling Que couldn't utter a word; pain like suppressed endurance filled her eyes. For the first time in history, she felt the Grim Reaper was so close to her.

Fear and cold seized her body all at once; she had never felt as helpless as she did at that moment.