Ashes?
Is it really you, Ashes?
In the deathly quiet outside the faint light, Jiang Tongguang instinctively turned back, glanced towards the direction of the association, and yes, the white emblem of the triple secrets was still prominently displayed.
It's definitely still the North Star!
It's not the Abyss Well!
He almost thought he blinked and Ji Jue had sent him to the Zhi Fu Master's Tournament...
The style here is just beyond redemption into any form of mainstream orthodox, right?
Could the recording of this association examination even be released? The degree of cleaning needed here would probably make the PR department curse.
The hammer pounded relentlessly, the corners of both their eyes twitching uncontrollably.
It was as if the hammer was hammering on their own foreheads.
Just like that, in silence, they dumbly witnessed Ji Jue using skills as proficient as White Deer to complete a slaughter spree, hammering all the mutants drawn to him into mincemeat.
