One body emerges.
All Dao bow down!
The terrifying power belonging to the Taoist Body erupts at this moment.
An absolute kill.
Causing the mysterious old man to lose all his prestige, he is held by Ye Xuan in his hand.
That golden vertical eye is filled with astonishment and confusion.
It seems entirely unexpected that Ye Xuan is so astonishing.
Ye Xuan's expression is calm, speaking slowly: "Now you may speak."
The mysterious old man responds with another question: "You are not from this realm, are you?"
Ye Xuan looks at the mysterious old man, speaking indifferently: "That's none of your concern."
The mysterious old man smiles lightly: "True, after all, such a vast fortune, it can't be targeted by just one, and since our aims are the same, there's nothing more to say."
As the words fall.
The mysterious old man slowly closes that vertical eye.
Ye Xuan suddenly feels a thrill in his heart.
