It was a man in a gray robe who walked out of the void.
His face was covered with a hazy radiance, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.
He didn't deliberately release his aura, but as he stood there, there was an invisible power that spread out like the abyss and the sea, unfathomable.
The hair on Tang Hao's body stood on end when he saw the man.
This was an instinctive reaction.
He was now a nine-star cultivator, close to the late-stage of cultivation. Even a peak expert would not be able to make him feel this way. The only possibility was the ancestor God!
"Give me the thing!"
The gray-robed man extended his hand and said indifferently.
"What is it?"
Tang Hao calmed down and smiled.
Even if he was an ancestor God, he would still have a chance of escaping with his current cultivation.
"You know what it is!"
The gray-robed man's tone remained calm.
"Senior, do you think I'll hand it over?" Tang Hao said.
