The evil-looking young man glanced at Moyang, his lips curled in a smile that felt inherently malicious. He said nothing, simply moving his feet, ascending toward the sky step by step.
Killing intent flooded the world. A terrifying, Emperor-grade pressure saturated every corner, and countless chilling gazes shifted to follow him.
While Moyang was startled, he also felt a measure of relief; after all, with such a figure present—even if only an imprint—it was better than his mother standing alone.
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