Yi Guyun stood holding the Cloud Bow, looking somewhat tense, yet his eyes were full of determination.
Even Shuming found it hard to believe, but once he sensed the aura emanating from Yi Guyun, his demeanor shifted.
"It's actually the aura of that ancient Hua Clan powerhouse. Who would have thought there are still his descendants spread across the universe!"
Being a being that has survived countless ages, Shuming naturally knew of Yi's existence.
He was also aware of the terrifying power possessed by such an ancient Hua Clan powerhouse.
If Yi himself were to appear personally, even Shuming would have to retreat.
But faced with a descendant possessing only diluted bloodline, Shuming was initially a little surprised, then let out a cold laugh.
Yi Guyun, like Jian San, was forcibly stripped of time, frozen like a wooden statue.
Thereafter, Shuming leisurely gazed at Xue An, who was shrouded in layers of light, a greedy glint in his eyes.
