On the Wilderness land, the martial artists of the Wufeng Clan were trembling in their hearts, as if they were plunged into an ice cellar, their bodies ice-cold, not daring to breathe heavily.
This young man in a black robe could make Shentu treat him with such respect; his strength was undoubtedly terrifying.
And from the tone of this young man in a black robe, they could discern that he seemed to care a lot about the Taiyi Palace.
Could it be... that today their Wufeng Clan is destined to face an unwarranted disaster?
If they had known earlier, even with a thousand times the courage, they wouldn't have dared to chase down that short-haired youth.
"Could he be a disciple of our Holy Palace?"
"No, although our Holy Palace has been passed down for over a thousand years and is very ancient, it has always been in decline, and it's impossible to have such a disciple," the short-haired youth mused secretly.
