Zhang Jingyun slowly straightened up, his chest heaving slightly as blood dripped down his chin, splashing dark red droplets onto the ground.
He casually wiped away the blood with the back of his hand, his eyes remaining as steadfast as solid rock, without the slightest hint of wavering. A cold wind swept across his lapels, fluttering the tattered remains of his sleeves. Framed against the vast, desolate expanse of heaven and earth, his battered figure exuded an indomitable and proud defiance.
At the sight of this, a flash of contempt crossed Liu Zijin's eyes. He let out a triumphant laugh and said, "Zhang Jingyun, I once said something to Lin Bingzhi: even within the same realm, there are gaps! Today, I'm giving those words back to you!"
Chapter 277