tly cursing in their hearts. This human cultivator in black robes with a black mask was truly hateful. He had won several rounds of the Qiongxue Bai Yao Jiu and still lingered on stage refusing to lea...Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with endless melancholy. Her gaze was clear and sharp, yet unintentionally revealing a myriad of sorrows. 。dly.Before Lu Xiaitian could finish his words, Chu Zhaoyang struck with a palm strike from afar. The palm print landed squarely on Lu Xiaitian's body, sending a surge of intense heat crashing over him...