Bab 587: Equal Resistance

Expert?

Zhao Xidong almost burst into tears.

In front of Elder Wuyue and the group of white-clothed sovereign, what right did I, Zhao Xidong, have to be called an expert?

"Senior, you're killing me!"

Zhao Xidong quickly turned his head and said to Chang Yi with a sullen face.

"Not an expert, you..." Chang Yi pointed at the spatial crack, unable to speak.

Space attributes?

"It's not him."

Gou Wuyue laughed, looking into the crack and said, "Since you're here, why don't you come out and meet him?"

The three of them looked at the spatial crack at the same time.

A middle-aged figure with a long sword on his back walked out from the crack. The moment he appeared, his sharp gaze was aimed at the famed sword on Gou Wuyue's back.

For a moment, the sword will in the tent was unbridled. Even the tables and chairs began to creak and sway.

Chang Yi's eyes instantly turned cold.