"I am Qin Ye. May I ask which member of the Cyan Yang Divine Court you are?"
Outside the Qin King City, Qin Ye looked at the tens of thousands of Cyan Yang Divine Court cultivators, his eyebrows twitching uncontrollably. Among the cultivators in sight, the weakest could rival Refining Organ cultivators. Most of them had stepped into the Dragon Transformation realm, and some of their auras made him feel a surge of fear.
Clearly,
these cultivators had reached the level of Daoist and were top-tier experts in the entire Ancient Wilderness.
Some Sect Masters of major sects and Elders of the Sacred Lands were merely of the Daoist level.
As for the leader of the group, the hidden yet formidable aura made Qin Ye's heart tremble violently.
"True Monarch!"
How could Qin Ye ever forget this aura?
