The blood of the waves slides through the air, forming the shape of a morning glory, while the cries outside the window conceal a joyful melody.
Su Changxing had a dream where he was very powerful. With one strike, he sliced off a person's head, as easily as cutting tofu.
The situation reversed again.
Everyone looked at Su Changxing standing in the rain of blood.
"How is this possible?"
The pale-faced young man looked astonished, not understanding how Su Changxing broke free from his companion's sacrificial ability. Even if he was caught by it, he would have no ability to resist.
While he hesitated, Su Changxing transformed into a black shadow and rushed towards him, instantly appearing in front of him.
So fast.
The pale-faced young man's heart trembled, clearly feeling that Su Changxing's speed was out of the ordinary, beyond the normal range.
