"This aura..."
The blood-soaked Azure Dragon ancestor's eyes widened as his breathing became rapid.
Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor also stopped attacking Ji Bubai and instead looked towards the sky, his eyes brimming with fear.
This sudden, descending aura made him feel an immense danger, one that was not even weaker than Ji Bubai.
Both Saints reacted this way, not to mention the elders and disciples of the Holy Sect, each of them shivering, their souls trembling.
"Who dares to hurt my godson!"
The domineering shout of Di Tianwu echoed throughout the heavens and earth, deafening all creatures.
Godson?
Qin Jun's mouth twitched, and Ji Bubai's forehead vein popped.
Following the direction Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor was looking, they saw a space in the sky being torn open, a primitive void; from it emerged Di Tianwu, with hair longer than his body, waving in the air like black flames.
