076 Feng Qi's Combat Talent_1

Is this what they call being born at the finish line of others?

Duge had no words as he looked at Qiao He in the sky.

This damned simulation field, really taking unfairness to the extreme, huh!

Qiao He's hair and beard were all white, and his clothes, due to the passage of time and the vibrations when he emerged from the ground, had long since disintegrated.

Perhaps satiated with blood, he showed no signs of age. His muscles were streamlined and lustrous, solid like a sculpture crafted by an artist, neither too much nor too little.

At this moment.

Qiao He landed neatly on the courtyard wall, unobstructed.

He looked at Duge and the others with a flippant gaze, "Didn't expect this, did you? You all tried to scheme, but in the end, you just made the wedding dress for me. I always thought I would have to stew underground for half a year before I could surprise you.