"Since that's the case, why do you want to kill the living forces of our Kunlun Ruins?"
On Dao Sect's Heaven Dao Peak, the extremely old voice resounded through the sky. The owner of the voice seemed to have come from an extremely ancient era.
It was sad, old, dignified…
At that moment, many gazes constantly looked around. They were nervous as if they wanted to find out who the speaker was.
However, to their disappointment, there was no one in the sky. There was only the echo from all directions.
"This person should not have descended here. Otherwise, he would've shown himself long ago. If I'm not mistaken, this is a voice transmission!"
The Witchcraft Sect's sect master, Wu Tianhou, muttered to himself. He suddenly thought of something, "Saint! He must be the saint from Purple Cap Mountain!"
Everyone's expression changed when they heard that.
Who would have thought that the saint would really protect Sect Master Lei Xing!
