Ten Thousand Stars

The six-time champion had black hair like a waterfall and eyes like lightning. He did not deliberately show arrogance, but he seemed to have a kingly aura engraved in his bones. He was like a god king patrolling the world, staring coldly at the young man above.
He has been at the top of the Qingyun list for many years, and no one has ever dared to look down on him like this, not even the saint son of some sect or the six-time champion.
The scene suddenly became quiet. Situ Yang's expression...