In the desolate desert, the sound of bells was crisp and pleasant, echoing leisurely from the horizon's edge, very melodious.
However, in the ears of the people at the Emperor Pass, it was like the soul-snatching tune from the nine hells!
On the Emperor Pass, everyone's scalp tingled, each strand of hair feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, trying to tear their scalp off, chilling everyone from head to toe.
The Immortal King crossing the pass, who can stand against him?
The sound emitted from the war chariot, the bell sound was not high, but it clearly spread through the desert, through the Emperor Pass, reaching everyone's ears.
Anlan's name shook the world, who among the cultivators could rival him!?
This was not just talk, but a bloody history, a prestige forged by stepping over the corpses of countless strong ones, shaking the ancient times and sweeping through the nine heavens and ten lands!
