One elder from a flying vessel said in a calm manner,
"Ancestor of the Overlord Sect, you should know why all of us came here. I hope you didn't spread a rumour just to get our attention, or else your sect would have to face the consequences, and you know that won't be something good."
Zerelith was sweating. He was just a messenger of that senior. But he could tell all these powerful individuals were looking at him suspiciously. He gulped down.
As he was about to reply to that elder, he saw someone in a white dress walking out from the gate in an elegant manner, his hands were behind his back.
Ethan looked at those fifty flying vessels and took a step forward toward them.
Instantly, an apocalyptic pressure released from his body and every one of those envoys fell to their knees, blood trickling from their mouths. About 200 people from those 50 top sects over the world were kneeling down.
