Ten streams of light, like the Northern Lights, descended straight down from above.
"Boom~~~~"
Leading the group was King You, surrounded by all the Heavenly Rank Elders of the Divine Martial Pavilion. Their faces were solemn as they looked at Elder Xue.
"Elder, cough cough cough it's him..."
"He injured the disciples of our Divine Martial Pavilion."
Wu Ji seemed to grasp at his last straw, pointing at Elder Xue and shouting.
"Shut up."
Elder Jian shouted at Wu Ji, he could clearly feel that this old man's aura was as terrifying as the abyss; he was definitely not someone who could be defeated in one move. He then looked at King You in front of him.
King You also felt unprecedented pressure. His strength had only recovered a little; even if he gave his all, he might only be able to fight this old man to a draw or might even be killed by him.
"Sir, may I ask what brings you to the Divine Martial Pavilion?"
King You slightly bowed and smiled at Elder Xue.
