C522 Zhan Tiance!

Hovering in the sky above, Han Qingyuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Upon witnessing the massive human-shaped fissure that had appeared in the square, he let out a scornful chuckle. He then began to slowly withdraw his Sword Intent and the formidable aura that emanated from him, all the while wearing an expression of icy disdain.

For Han Qingyuan