An old man dressed in a plain shirt was walking on air above Shennong Altar. He held a huge yellow casket with a single hand. The man had white hair and wrinkles filled his face. He looked like a dying old man.
However, his eyes were electric. He was majestic as he gazed at the crowd, looking extremely cold. He did not hide his intense killing intent at all.
The people felt as if a mountain had collapsed on them, so they secretly jolted. The man and the casket in the air gave them immense pressure.
Yu Lei and the rest almost knelt on the ground in fear.
No matter how much they were unaware of the spell world, at that moment, they knew that the old man in the air was a powerful man. Even Yu Lian, who had always been arrogant, dared not make a sound because she was scared that she might anger him.
"It's Hong Kong's Southern Sect leader, Shen Tiannan!" Someone inhaled sharply as horror filled his face. He clearly recognized Shen Tiannan.
