The most unwillingly twisted melon is the sweetest!?
"I'm standing right here, let's see if you can twist me!"
Zhou Dao sneered coldly, standing firmly like a mountain, immovable.
His aura was vast, as boundless as the sky, unfathomable and unshakeable.
The scarred man was ten meters away from him and hadn't made a move yet, his momentum already weakened. Facing Zhou Dao, he gradually felt powerless, as if he was sinking into an abyss, shrouded in darkness and despair.
Talking and laughing while killing, blood splattering within ten steps.
Leaving aside his thunderous wrist strength, Zhou Dao's name alone was enough to make people feel awe, especially for those of the same generation - an indescribable pressure weighed upon them.
This bane star's reputation was earned by trampling over the corpses of the Imperial Spirit Palace disciples and wading through their blood.