A cold, ruthless and deep voice echoed in the surroundings, instilling fear into Qiao Lan.
The person who spoke just now was an old man looking to be in his seventies, his long white hair and beard flowing in the air exuding a sense of magnificence as he floated in the air surrounded by around 20 more people.
"Who the hell are these people? How did they find this place?" She couldn't help but speak out, still somewhat shocked from the overall situation.
"Cultivators of the righteous path, huh?"
At this moment, Kong Junyu's indifferent voice swept across all, his killing intent seeping out of it.
"Yes, we're cultivators of the righteous path, more importantly, cultivators of the Qingyun Sword Sect." The old man spoke up, his aura surging out, revealing himself to be a cultivator of the Void Refinement Realm!
