"Your ancestral master?"
Ye Xuan was momentarily stunned, his expression turned grave, a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Could it be..."
Before Ye Xuan could finish speaking.
The world "boom" trembled.
The entire Qiushan City was shaking violently.
Thunder rolled!
Thundering like sky-swallowing giant pythons leaped between heaven and earth, shockingly impressive to the soul.
The thunder, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, flickered in the sky.
"Flat Ground Thunder! It's daytime; could it really be a supreme powerful force descending here?"
Ye Xuan frowned tightly, his expression extremely grim, he murmured to himself.
"Hurry up and leave! It's my ancestral master who's coming."
Linghu Jian's face was indescribably ugly as he hastily reminded.
At this moment, dozens of Mahayana Realm experts quickly caught up.
"Linghu Young Master, your strength is remarkable; you managed to suppress Ye Xuan with one blow."
