C1311 Murong Qingyun

A surge of fury welled up within him.

"Damn it..."

"The force behind that black-robed youth's recent strike was so potent, it matched the first tier of the Martial Monarch Stage. What could his origins be to wield such formidable power?"

Hovering in the sky, the middle-aged man held Murong Qing at his side, his face a shifting mask of dark thoughts as he gazed at Ye Chen