章節 972: Heaven-lifting

The lone desert smoke and yellow sand filled the sky.

At this time, the air seemed to have solidified into a block of ice. The world was desolate, where only the lonely cold wind whimpered.

"You want to have my heart while you drink? Come! You want my Ancient Dragon Shield? Come and take it!" Ou Yangming looked at Dong Ruyu's falling body and shouted coldly.

He Jian's gaze was dull. Looking at Ou Yangming was like looking at a huge mountain shrouded in black mists. The young fellow always revealed only a part of himself as if he could not be seen through no matter what.

Especially when He Jian looked at Dong Ruyu, his heart was filled with terror.

There was only one thought left in his heart. 'Killing a Venerable One's son in front of him? isn't this... Too domineering?'

For a moment, he forgot to escape and just stood there in a daze.

Only when Lil' Lan's body moved did he regain his senses.