Chapter 429
Only when he felt the guiding presence from the distant Life Prohibition Zone disappear did he retract his gaze, looking towards the mottled city walls.
Qinchuan's eyes were icy cold, his gaze sharp, his body emanating an overwhelming intent to kill as Asura's wrath surged forth, incredibly fierce.
He held the pen of spring and autumn in his hand, his eyes blazing like lightning, sweeping across the Eight Desolates with a terrifying Imperial Might spreading around him, like a true War God.
"So many years have gone by, I thought that Netherworld Hall might have improved somewhat, but it seems nothing has changed, still only daring to hide in the gutters and attack from the shadows," Qinchuan said indifferently.
"Hmph, smooth talker, how Netherworld Hall conducts its affairs is not for you to judge," a cold snort sounded.