Bab 1157: How Deep Is the Deep, Deep Courtyard

Gao Huan turned to the carriage in front of the tent, and the carriage abruptly exploded.

It wasn't because he had such a powerful gaze.

In a cloud of wooden shards and dust, the Qiushan clan head slashed with his sword.

He was a peak Star Condensation expert and the sword was the Dragonscale that Qiushan Jun had insisted he bring, a divine artifact in the upper ranks of the Tier of Legendary Weapons.

The cold and bleak sword glow slashed at the roof of the tent, but with a slight shift of Gao Huan's figure, he appeared on the ground.

His expression had not changed, and he did not attack the Qiushan clan head.

He had been imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss for seven hundred years, unable to see the sun, the Moon, or the stars. He was very unfamiliar with this world and its experts.

He only knew how to divide the people he saw into two categories: those he recognized and those he didn't.