The old man wore a white robe decorated with specks of stars. He strode towards the crowd, no terrifying aura emanating from him, only a sense of righteous anger that was not to be trifled with.
The old man had a slender figure, a world-weary look in his eyes, and an aura of decay that permeated the air. He appeared quite elderly, and despite the formidable life force coursing through his entire body, he couldn't conceal his advanced age.
"It's the Qin family's saint!" Tang Shui's heart jolted as he saw the old man. He knew a Saint Realm powerhouse of the Qin family had arrived.
Things were now set in stone. They, a group of Quasi-Saint Realm experts, might not dare wander the Demon Slaying Altar casually. If danger arose, they could perish directly.
But now, with a Saint Realm powerhouse present, their level of danger would be significantly reduced. Not to mention, a Saint Realm powerhouse of the Spirit Race lurked in hiding too.
