"How long has it been?" A monk with no facial features on his face stared in the direction of Ning Qi, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. This person was the executioner of the eighth district that Ning Qi met when he came to the headquarters of the Dark Council for the first time. Wuxiang, at that time Ning Qi was still in his eyes

He is a junior, but now, Ning Qi's strength has surpassed him by an unknown number of levels, and there is no comparison between the two.

"It seems that we were all wrong. His Chaos Supreme Treasure is stronger than weak water drops."