Upon realizing who stood before him, Zhu Qingsheng felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar; all the strength in his body was drained away in an instant.
The King of Eternal Night—the most mysterious and terrifying powerhouse in the martial arts world.
Every martial artist with even a modicum of knowledge held this name in profound awe. To them, the King of Eternal Night was an insurmountable mountain—a sacred, fearsome peak that loomed over their hearts. No matter how brilliant or peerless one’s martial prowess might be, one had to bow their head in the face of the King of Eternal Night.
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