Gurgle Gurgle
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
The wedding-like procession continued to move forward, and the ear-piercing sound of the suona that was like a funeral dirge, continued to reverberate.
The four jars placed on the poles like they were some kind of tribute were of four colors: blue, black, red, and white.
Xu Qing looked at all of this from the sky and a cold glint appeared in his eyes. With a sway, he moved toward the sedan chair.
His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the entourage. Among them, seven to eight snake-headed soul figures headed straight for Xu Qing.
Xu Qing's expression didn't change at all as he continued to move forward. His gaze was focused on the sedan chair and nothing else was in his vision.
With every step he took, the underworld river would rumble fiercely. His aura was like a sharp blade that continued to show its edge on his body.