As soon as he finished speaking, Immortal Profound Power coiled around Ye Xuan's body, carrying a kind of terrifying, unstoppable aura.
At the same time, the Quasi-Emperor Realm aura flooded out like a raging deluge!
His entire momentum was pushed to the peak.
The dried-corpse old man snapped out of his shock, a cold, vicious gleam flashing in his single eye.
Even though Ye Xuan had spoken the true names of the Nine Netherworld Phoenix and the Yang Demon, he still didn't believe Ye Xuan could really suppress those two.
He knew these two people's strength very well.
Whether it was the Nine Netherworld Phoenix or the Yang Demon, their power was terrifying to the extreme. How could they possibly be suppressed by a mere little Quasi-Emperor Realm?
Of course, the dried-corpse old man didn't underestimate Ye Xuan either.
All because of Ye Xuan's sentence: "He is my disciple."
"He."
Who was that?
Naturally, it was that Mortal Emperor he had killed—Heitian Guanfan.
