Ten-Thousand-Year True Fire, Demon Subduing Tower (1)

Gao Chongming held the Heaven-Breaking Sword high up in the air with one hand and his other hand on his waist. He stood upright with his head held high, looking majestic.

Zhou Shu and the other three felt as if a phenomenon would descend from the sky in the next moment.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction except for a gust of wind.

Gao Chongming's face was full of confusion. He kept raising his hand, putting it down, and then raising it again.

He kept shouting, "Open! Open for me!"

Zhou Shu looked helpless. Gao Chongming was clearly out of his mind. Why did he trust him so much?

"Brother Gao, if you can't, forget it…" Zhou Shu said.

"I can't? Who says I can't?!" Gao Chongming said loudly. "I just forgot the correct incantation for a moment. Wait for me to try again!"

He fell back into continuous attempts. He looked very much like the youths suffering from eight grade syndrome in Zhou Shu's previous life.