As the ice-cold presence enveloped his entire body, Elder Ya Shen's old face suddenly changed.
From just now until this moment, he always felt that the identity of the young man ahead was not simple. However, regardless of how exceptional his identity and outstanding his Martial Arts Talent were, at such an age, his Martial Arts Realm could at most be between a Four-star Half God and a Five-star Half God.
But unexpectedly, he, an Eight-star Demigod, shivered involuntarily at a single ice-cold sentence from him.
"How could he be so young, to have reached such a Realm?" Ya Shen's old face was full of apprehension as he pondered internally.
And at this moment, he dared not speak to stop him anymore.
Meanwhile, the Purple-Clad Young Lady still kept silent and continued to gaze at the white-robed man ahead.
