Such arrogance, gesturing with a hooked finger at him, made the golden-robed man's forehead veins pop. To the young man of the Golden Crow Clan, this human cultivator was truly too audacious.
Descendants of Immortal Blood, who would dare to underestimate them? Each one of them had an extraordinary presence, with Immortal Blood flowing in their veins.
Hoo!
The wind howled as the golden-robed man walked forward, like a fierce bird spreading its wings and descending from the sky, bringing gusts of hurricane that almost lifted the mountains!
The golden-robed youth was this imposing. Although he appeared to be walking forward, it seemed as if a pair of wings as high as the heavens themselves flapped, threatening to destroy all the mountains and rivers.
"Very strong!" Shen Ming commented.
"Make your move!" The youth from the Golden Crow Clan spoke, staring at Shi Hao, his expression solemn, his pupils bursting with divine radiance, gold beams shooting out like lightning.
