Kapitel 1700: The Old Immortal Cultivator and the New One!

The hanging man was tightly confined by the shackles, as if he had been inserted into an iron coffin. There was no emotion in his speech at all, either. He simply introduced everything in the flattest tone.

However, his peaceful narration seemed to penetrate the light beam and the space like surging tides, sweeping across the bridge of 'Black Swirl' and soaking the commander of the Black Wind Fleet in soundless waves.

"Jin Xinyue, what a horrible woman to come up with such a horrible plan!" Heiye Ming remarked.