C522 Zhan Tiance

In the air above, Han Qingyuan stood with his hands behind his back. Upon seeing the massive human-shaped rift on the plaza below, he let out a cold chuckle, gradually retracting his sword intent and aura back into himself, his expression disdainful and icy.

After all, for him, this wasn't about killing Zhan Xuanhuang. He only intended to teach him a lesson. Otherwise