In the air, a middle-aged man in green clothes floated above.
No one noticed the middle-aged man's arrival, and no one saw how he arrived.
It was as if he had been standing there from the start. Otherwise, there would not have been a single fluctuation in the space.
The green-robed middle-aged man gave off a mysterious aura, giving off a terrifying destructive pressure that made people's hearts tremble.
His expression was elegant and unrestrained. His eyes swept across all the martial artists in the square. When he looked at all the martial artists, his eyes were filled with disdain. This disdain seemed to be innate.
It was a gaze that looked down on all things in the world, and it was an aura that looked like a sovereign.
"Murong Yutian!"
"Murong Yutian!"
Li Lingtian did not recognize the middle-aged man but his heart was trembling as a strong fear rose from the bottom of his heart.
