Jing Yan's heart involuntarily filled with a chill.
Facing a Dao Spirit Realm expert, he was still too weak, his realm was still too low. With only the cultivation of the Early Innate Realm, the gap in realms had reached an insurmountable level.
Grandma San Ying's somewhat cloudy eyes were fixedly staring at Jing Yan.
She didn't deliberately release the power of a Dao Spirit Realm expert, but her body naturally exuded a strong and terrifying aura, suffocating the surrounding martial artists.
Even if these martial artists didn't recognize Grandma San Ying, it didn't stop them from knowing that the elderly woman before them was a terrifying powerhouse of the Dao Spirit Realm.
"Boy, do you want to live, or do you want to die?" Grandma San Ying's voice remained calm.
However, Jing Yan could sense a thread of icy killing intent from her voice.
