The sound of thunder, accompanied by invisible waves, shook in all directions. The crowd spontaneously made way to both sides. A group of disciples from Shenjian Ridge came out, led by the three Spirit Kings. The man in the middle had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. There was a red line upside down between his eyebrows. His eyes were sharp and there was an invisible sense of oppression, which caused bursts of cheers.
"This man's name is Zhou Feng, a fifth-level Spirit King. His swordsmanship is unparalleled and superb. It is said that he is only one step away from becoming a Spirit Emperor!"
A dark golden snake was wrapped around Zhou Feng's arm. Its slender head was split open and spitting out red tongue. Nolan Rong noticed that almost the moment this man appeared, the white-browed old man who had been lacking interest suddenly opened his eyes. His cloudy pupils regained clarity and he stared at the snake for a moment before slowly closing them again.
"The thing that so many people in Shenjian Ridge have been searching for has finally appeared? What on earth happened? Let's go and take a look!" People not far away were also attracted by the commotion here and came to join in the fun.
"Who was the one who spoke just now? Can you tell me who Ethan Ye is?" Zhou Feng's sharp eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one.
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