Papa
"This fellow Daoists, How may I help you?" River asked the two Daoists.
Both of them looked like young men in their early twenties. One was pale with silver hair and brown eyes, the other had black hair with dual heterochromatic eyes of grey and red.
These two people had been outside his coffin since he finished condensing his domain and started assimilating it. They even stayed for his body tribulation.
They had seen too much. River did not mind adding new blood to his sea of blood.
Simon's murderous intent was a baby compared to that of River. River's murderous intent was just like his name, an overflowing river. An air of seeming indifference rolled off him that contained nearly endless murderous intent! It was as if you were targeted by this kind of person, there was no restricting, your death was already here.