This man was dressed in a purple-black python robe, with a tall stature and an imposing aura like a mountain standing firm.
His slightly refined face did not have the usual ferocity and wickedness of a typical Demon Cultivator.
However, just a single glance from him could make those with low cultivation feel an overwhelming fear and suffocation, as if they were plunged into a boundless deep sea surrounded by dark clouds and black waves.
He did not release any Immortal Power or Demon Qi, nor did he use the pressure of his Divine Soul.
Simply by standing there with his hands behind his back, he was enough to command the whole scene.
Thousands of Bloodthirsty Demon Cultivators retreated in terror, while six Daoist Venerables showed expressions of awe and respectfully cupped their fists towards him.
Qi Wu Daoist Venerable and Qian Yan Daoist Venerable on this side were even more terrified.
Because this newcomer was a Daoist Saint!
