Although he seemed out of place, the terrifying aura emanating from him sent chills down everyone's spines.
The high-ranking officials of the Dragon Kingdom were now filled with lingering fear.
If Chu Mo hadn't brought his master back, the fate of the Dragon Kingdom would have been tragically sealed.
The old man in black robes was being crushed, yet he still dared to call for his companions; one can imagine the extent of his power.
He is definitely not inferior to the one in the black robe.
"Damn it, they really think highly of our Dragon Kingdom!" Chang Rubao couldn't help but curse angrily.
Is this an attempt to ensure absolute success and completely wipe out the Dragon Kingdom?
"With Senior Qin here, no matter how many people come, they'll just be offering their heads as gifts." Hu Guanxiong sneered, his eyes cold and murderous.
"Ignorant ants, you're asking for death!"
The moment the two finished speaking, a cold snort boomed from the sky.
His tone was indifferent and disdainful.
The burly man in white robes glanced casually at the two of them, then waved his feather fan with an air of nonchalance.
A massive, domineering wind blade suddenly appeared, blotting out the sky, and slashed towards the two of them.
The sky darkened, sand and stones flew, and the entire area within a ten-mile radius was enveloped by this single blade.
Its power and force were in no way inferior to Chu Mo's earth-shattering attack just now.
The two had previously felt the terrifying power of Chu Mo's attack.
But now that they are truly facing it, they have a much deeper understanding.
It's really disheartening!
At the very least, neither of them was confident they could easily withstand this attack; at best, they would likely be seriously injured.
But what they found even harder to accept than their serious injuries was the contemptuous look in the other party's eyes, as if they were looking at ants.
As some of the world's top figures, when have they ever been so looked down upon in the past two hundred years?
But they are also very clear about how huge the gap is between themselves and the other party.
A deep sense of frustration and anger rose from the depths of their hearts.
Just when they were thinking of risking everything and fighting to the death against the other side.
A more indifferent and disdainful voice suddenly came quietly from high above.
"How dare a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator be so arrogant and overbearing?"
Along with the words, a finger fell towards the burly man in white robes.
An enormous, yet withered and thin old man's finger.
At this moment.
Whether it was the old man in black robes or the burly man in white robes, their bodies were stiff, and their souls trembled with fear.
It was as if... facing a true god!
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