Ge Zhen nodded, held his head and chest high, and walked forward with a calm expression from his swords that had formed dark black after years of blood.

There is murderous aura everywhere, and the top of the head is even more murderous. Many people are afraid that they will be unable to move halfway through.

But Ge Zhen's face did not change his color, and he walked through it step by step, and each step was standard 75 cm.

The face is like a sunken lake; the air is leisurely.
Chapter completed!