"To have reached the War General cultivation at such a young age, what a remarkable talent!"
The gaunt old man showed a solemn expression. Huang Zhou's aura was on par with his own, perhaps even stronger, making him an undoubtedly formidable opponent.
Tonight, he was originally certain of success, ready to complete the task of assassinating Bei Yinyao, but with Huang Zhou's appearance, his confidence had dropped to only thirty percent.
"I don't care who you are, if you dare to harm Yinyao, I will ensure you have no place to be buried!"
With a crackling sound, Huang Zhou clenched his fist. Then he stamped his foot, causing the ground in front of him to crack, displaying an extraordinary aura.
The gaunt old man crossed his hands like the wings of a giant bird, a space of several feet in front of him filled with his unique cultivation technique.
"Humph!"
