Before he could recover from the terrifying pressure, there was a loud "bang".

The oppressive force pressing down on him instantly intensified countless times.

The old man's body exploded like a balloon being blown up, turning into a cloud of scarlet blood mist that drifted into the air; he was dead beyond any doubt.

After doing all this, the man turned to look at Yuan Zhexian and the others.

The murderous intent on his face gradually faded, replaced by a look of concern, as he asked, "Little guy, are you alright?"

Only then did Yuan Zhexian take a closer look at the man and woman before him. He saw that the man was tall, handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and had an extraordinary temperament.

The woman was graceful and had an exquisitely beautiful face.

What surprised Yuan Zhexian even more was that the man and woman were not surrounded by any evil aura at all, but rather by extremely dense immortal spiritual power.

Especially when Yuan Zhexian's gaze fell on the man, he suddenly felt a strange sense of intimacy well up in his heart, as if there was some special connection between them.

Just then, Yuan Zhexian bowed without hesitation and said with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, senior. It's just a minor injury, nothing serious!"

However, just as he finished speaking, the man appeared before Yuan Zhexian without warning, as if by ghost.

Upon seeing this scene, Yuan Zhexian felt a sudden tremor in his heart and became inexplicably nervous.

The man was also astonished to discover that he could sense an unusually strong bloodline power from Yuan Zhexian and the others.

In particular, the bloodline power within Yuan Zhexian made him feel a connection to his own flesh and blood.

The man's gaze was fixed on Yuan Zhexian, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He took a deep breath and asked again, "Little fellow, are you all members of the Yuan clan?"