C1820 The Power of the Four Gods

The smoke cleared, revealing the striking figure of a man.

A gentle breeze swept by, rustling his clothes and lifting his long hair, which danced in the midair. His appearance was both handsome and extraordinary.

With one hand, he wielded a sword, its intent piercing the heavens.

This was Feng Zhentian.

Before him lay the body of Zhu Zhantang, eyes wide with terror