"The president of the clear sky Association?"
Ye Futian's face was a little gloomy.
He glanced at the warship and snorted in disdain.
He had heard of this fellow before.
He did have some status, but in the eyes of an accomplished disciple of the zenith heaven like him, he was nothing more than a small loose immortal! It was the puppet that master Haotian had pushed out!
Such a small character dared to compete with him for the treasure?
What a joke!
On the other side, the geniuses of the Xuanyuan clan also looked at the heaven seeking Pavilion's warship and frowned.
He had hoped that this guy could help him defeat ye Futian, but could this guy really take out more than 300 million celestial crystals?
Although he was the president of the Haotian Association in name, everyone knew that the real master of the Haotian Association was still master Haotian.
