Chapter 1855
- Qiao Zhong soon noticed the purple-clad young man before him had suddenly laughed upon hearing his words. The laughter sent chills down his spine.
- “A Martial Emperor’s direct disciple?” Soon after, the laughter on Duan Ling Tian’s face disappeared. A hint of battle intent could be seen gleaming in the depth of his eyes.
- Naturally, Qiao Zhong did not notice this at all.