Whoosh!
This domineering voice exploded like divine thunder from the ninth heaven, deafening and shocking all who heard it.
Boom!
A loud bang resounded, causing three Fusang Clan Elders to stagger backward, each of their faces showing deep shock.
"So strong!"
"To think he could withstand the three of us together!"
"Who in the world is this sacred figure?"
At the scene, whether it was the Fusang imperial clan or the people from Dragon Country, everyone simultaneously stopped fighting and turned their eyes toward the figure not far away.
The figure was an elderly man in a black dragon robe, whose every gesture emitted an immense aura, exuding a dragon-like presence that was hard to believe!
"Sir, who are you?" the lead Inoki Rokurou asked with a cold look in his eyes.
The man in black did not respond to him, but instead scanned the crowd; "Where is Ye Wudao?"
"Who is this elderly man?"
"How does he know my younger brother?" Torres and Wiel looked at each other, incredulous.
