A ray of sunlight poured down.
Tu Su was in the prime of his life, full of spirited vigor. Bathed in that ray of sunlight, he seemed to be enveloped in a divine aura. To look at him, even from afar, was to witness a deity.
Whether on the field or across the Qingyuan River, countless people were shaken to their core, watching him in silent awe.
This man… he seemed even more majestic and outstanding than a member of the Imperial Clan. What was his background?
"At first, I didn't consider you my opponent, merely someone I had to kill. But now…"
Tu Su stepped forward at a leisurely pace, staring at Chen Yang with a grin as he spoke, "You are, just barely, qualified to be my opponent."
Yang Hu and Qin Hao stared intently at Tu Su, their focus absolute.
This man didn't possess any overt sharpness or emanate a ferocious aura. Though he was all smiles, he projected an intangible yet palpable sense of danger.
Perhaps we can't even withstand a single blow?
