บท 563: At a Glance, Cold Snow Descends

Chen Changsheng did not notice that the sky had suddenly turned dark.

Because he was currently in a state of shock.

Liu Qing was the third-ranked assassin in the world and he had been taught in swordplay by Su Li. His talent was incredibly high, his cultivation incredibly deep. Crucially, his will was tenaciously firm. Back in Xunyang City, he even dared to assassinate Zhu Luo, dared to stab at him with the sword. Why was it now that he was on the verge of death, yet still did not dare attack this middle-aged scholar?

Could it be that this middle-aged scholar was more powerful than Zhu Luo, more terrifying?

Zhu Luo was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions. Those on the continent stronger than him could be counted with two hands.

Was the middle-aged scholar Bie Yanghong? Nan Tie? Or perhaps he was the Elder of Heavenly Secrets?

No, this middle-aged scholar bore no similarity to any one of the Eight Storms.