In front of Su Yuan, Su Hong, and Su De stood a middle-aged man.
He was dressed in ancient general's war armor, with hands clasped behind his back, standing firm as a mountain, right before their eyes was the unrivaled War God—Yue Wushuang!
He seemed to be in his thirties, but his actual age was far greater.
Yue Wushuang had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, a beard that trailed down, and a broad face. He was eight feet tall, his presence imposing like a deity descended from heaven!
One man, one halberd.
Merely standing there, he blocked the way of three Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators!
"Yue Wushuang, what are you trying to do?"
Su Yuan said in a deep voice, a thick trace of dread flashing across his aged face!
The man before them was like an ancient War God, his aura unfathomable. Even with Su Yuan, Su Hong, and Su De present, they couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
