Amidst the sandstorm in the sky, one could see that the man was extremely handsome, his features appearing as if carved from marble, with a menacing aura between his brows and eyes.
He just stood there in the midst of the sand, exuding an irresistible and unmatched mighty presence.
At the sight of this man, Wu Youquan's heart immediately turned as cold as ice.
It was as if all the strength in his body had receded completely like a tide.
The Little Princess of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe and Shen Ping looked up, both of them filled with joy.
The Little Princess of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe grinned, suddenly crying out as if a rain-drenched pear blossom.
"Big brother, you're finally back! I thought you'd never return."
The figure in the sky, of course, was Yang Fei.
After absorbing the Dragon Qi from the Dragon Tomb, he refined his Solar Deity once again, and also cultivated the Primordial Spirits of the White Tiger and the Black Elephant, greatly boosting his cultivation.
