"Who dares to capture my great-grandson?"
Just as Fang Xing slapped the tragic hero, Little Peng King, turning him into a joke, a loud roar came from the western sky. A golden cloud surged over like the morning glow, accompanied by a powerful aura that descended almost tangibly. The roar, like thunder, made the earth tremble as if it might crack open at any moment.
"Ah... Nascent Soul, the Nascent Soul Ancestor of Solitary Blade Mountain has arrived..."
Hearing this roar, all the demon cultivators present were terrified and scattered in panic.
