In the sky, an ancient figure suddenly descends; it is the Emperor, Ancestor Emperor!
Although he is extremely old, the vitality in him is far stronger than any young man.
His Spiritual Power is thick to the extreme, and in his gaze towards Chu Fengmian, there is supreme killing intent.
Just being glanced at by this murderous gaze is enough to make any Martial Artist tremble.
The surrounding Spiritual Power submits to this elder; this is the pressure of an Emperor.
Seize destiny, become an Emperor.
This Emperor hovers in mid-air, pointing a finger at Chu Fengmian.
The space around Chu Fengmian freezes, rendering his body unable to move a step further.
"Boy, although I don't know your grudge against my Ancient Desolate Sect, how can a mere Life and Death Realm Martial Artist possess such strength? It seems you've encountered quite a bit of fortune!"
Ancestor Huang looked at Chu Fengmian and spoke coldly.
Every word the Ancestor Emperor speaks carries supreme authority.
