The corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, his voice filled with arrogance and fervor:
"Captain Fang, do you know what sword this is?"
His intonation mimicked the ancient dialect of the King Corpse.
Yet it seemed awkward and contrived.
Fang Qingyu looked at the Blood Filth Cross Sword.
Feeling the terrifying aura not weaker than the Divine Bone Creatures emanating from it.
His gaze remained calm and steady.
He gently shook his head:
"No interest in knowing."
No sooner had he spoken—
BOOM!!!
"Star Remains!!!"
Fang Qingyu's low growl was like a decree at the dawn of the universe.
The dark red, nearly black Tribulation Crystal covering his entire body instantly transformed into a deep black background akin to the cosmic canopy.
Countless dazzling silver stars illuminated on this dark background with unprecedented density and brightness.
Sketching out a vast, boundless star map.
