For the first time, those eyes of Xuanyuan Zhou, originally as calm as an ancient well, revealed genuine surprise!
He slowly turned his head, his cloudy gaze landing on Lin Chen.
"Buzz—!"
An invisible wave of air exploded between the two of them!
Xuanyuan Zhou withdrew his palm, his figure drifting back a hundred feet like a ghost.
Lin Chen also retreated along with Lee Zhen, forming a delicate balance, standing firm as a tripod.
The battlefield, silent as death, became even more still.
The crowd below, like a calm lake shattered by throwing in a giant rock, instantly boiled over!
"That... that must be Lin Chen?!" someone exclaimed excitedly.
"Who is that old man?"
"He is the supreme elder of the Xuanyuan Race. During the battle at Fallen God Mountain years ago, I saw him from afar!"
"The Supreme Elder?!!"
These words caused shock throughout the crowd.
What a joke!
An old monster who has lived countless years actually came out in person to hunt down a young junior?!
