The blue clothes are dyed with frost.

When the entire world learned of the future.
Some worshipped me like a deity, while others regarded me as a demon!
Some tried to persuade me to switch allegiances, while others prayed for me to trek the invincible path once more.
Daoist magic, martial arts, prodigies, goddesses, demonesses, immortal emperors... they were merely supporting characters on the stage.
And I still remained the center of the world!

I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world

The shroud was about to be placed in Liang Hui's palm when,


Song Xi's eyes forward, her expression serene, carried a gentle warmth.


She carefully stared at the youth's face, as if she wanted to imprint it in her mind.


She sighed softly, yet with deep exhaustion.


Her fingers loosened, the shroud slipped from her fingertips and fell to the ground.


At the same time, divine light burst forth from her body, repelling the hand at her neck.


The scar-laden hand instantly clenched into a fist, and tiny black Wind Blades appeared at the edge of the fist.


Liang Hui watched the approaching fist, his eyes filled with cold severity as he met the attack with his own fist.


All kinds of beastly roars followed in succession.


The fist was peerless, carrying a will of certain victory, pushing forward.


Just as it was about to make contact with the pitch-black Wind Blades,


Chapter 157: Sorry! I've Done My Best!