"Where did such an overwhelmingly powerful old monster come from?"
Among the crowd, aside from the descendant of the Ming Clan, Tai Yuan, everyone, including Fang Xing and Ogu Minor Godking, and even the Night Clan Godson, were shocked, their faces full of vigilance, their eyes fixed on the torn void in mid-air. Their hearts were filled with indescribable suspicion, especially Fang Xing, who had merely killed a human lackey under Tai Yuan's command. Why would this provoke such a presence? The most crucial point was that the elder roaring in mid-air clearly appeared to be part of the Human Race. There was no deception at all!
"My son... my son is dead..."
The elder looked mournfully at the blood-colored flame still burning in mid-air, deep hatred gathering in his eyes.
"Who? Who dared to kill my son?"
"Who dares to ignore this old man?"
