Chapter 1798
- “What’s actually going on? Who’s that young man with the purple hair and crimson eyes dressed in purple?” The gaze of the Martial Emperor’s direct disciple whose surname was Zhao soon landed on the purple-clad young man not far in front of Zhou Yi. The aura that he emitted suppressed him to the point that he could barely breathe.
- He also noticed that the energy that had taken him by surprise just now seemed to have come from this purple-clad young man.
- “He...” Just as one of the Martial Emperor’s disciple was trying to say something, a rolling blast interrupted him.