'Hmm?!'
Wang Xiao's eyes shifted slightly, his gaze piercing through layers of Space as he looked into the distance.
In the distance, the spring rain drizzled down.
Within the sky.
Two groups of people faced each other from afar.
Their auras, powerful enough to nearly rip the Void apart, clashed continuously. They stirred up the boundless clouds, evaporating the spring rain into a white mist.
One group, numbering five or six people, all wore long brocade robes. They were clearly inhabitants of the Human Ancestral Land.
The weakest among them had a Cultivation at the Venerable realm!
Their leader was a handsome, youthful-looking man with black hair that fell to his shoulders.
He had clear, slender eyes and carried a Red Tassel Spear. His aura was chilling.
His voice was domineering and wild, like that of a War God reigning over the nine heavens.
His aura was equally overwhelming, with billowing purple qi soaring into the firmament.
He was actually a Celestial Venerable!
