Killing, spreading the whole Yangjiao Peak.

At the top of the mountain, it is very quiet. Night falls and moon stars are rare. Sometimes a cool night wind blows through, which makes people feel peaceful.

Above the boulder sits a young man in black. His face is cold and his eyes stare at the night sky, like a statue, indifferent to the howling of the mountain.

"You're here at last."

Suddenly, the young man's lips moved, and a cold figure came out of the night. His steps were light, but with a strong sense of murder.

This man is Ye Du.

Wei Chuan stood up slowly, his mouth raised slightly,...