C102 How Do We Break This Game?

Han Xin, clad in green, let out a cold snort.

The domineering presence forced everyone to step back.

Qi Xinyuan, standing before him, wore a smile.

With a gentle clap of his hands, Qi Xinzhuo rose to his feet, slowly.

His clothes were stained with blood, making him resemble a rampaging blood dragon.

The crowd retreated, exclaiming in astonishment