88 You Are From The White Jade City of Beiluo?

The torrential rain continued to pour. Fat raindrops fell from the sky, blurring the border between heaven and earth.

In the Mohist City of Traps…

With his axe and shield on his back, the Overlord Xiang Shaoyun stood tall, with rain streaming down his face from the tips of his hair to his brows and subsequently down his jaw.

On the iron chain…

Mo Liuqi's frail body stood for a long time. The silver scissors hovered near the side of his cheek and spun continuously at great speed, causing rainwater to spray everywhere. The water current gathered to form thin threads at his jaw.

His roar still seemed to reverberate around the cliffs.

"Cultivator…"

The Overlord exhaled slowly.

He raised his hand, using his muscular arm to grab the long axe on his back.

Where a cultivator was concerned, even the Overlord did not dare to slight him in the least.