"Seems like you can still stand up!"
"Then why didn't you just stand up and speak earlier? I was under the impression that your injuries weren't healed yet!"
Dao Qiongcang smiled.
After a long while, seeing that the person in front of him wasn't saying anything, he finally stopped smiling and faced the other party's question.
"I don't dare to think about dying."
"But the damned person has already been resurrected."
As he spoke, he shifted his gaze downwards and glanced at the famed sword on his neck. Without batting an eyelid, he said, "Get out of the way."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Hua Changdeng narrowed his eyes with a sharp gaze. Killing intent seemed to be overflowing from his eyes.
Dao Qiongcang simply sighed helplessly.
"Bazhun'an has been resurrected."
A faint voice echoed through the screen. In this place where not even the slightest sound of wind could be heard, the scene became deathly silent and terrifying.
Hua Changdeng remained silent.
