Mountain gods bow their heads, the ranges kneel!
These two simple words transformed the previously tumultuous battlefield into a field of deadly silence in an instant.
All the humans in the market stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.
Just minutes ago, they were experiencing an unimaginable crisis of life and death. The monster tribe scattered across the mountains seemed ready to charge into the unguarded Yunfu Street at any moment, exterminating all human clan.
But when that immortal riding a white deer arrived, the situation underwent a radical reversal. Those high and mighty mountain gods and the monster tribe could only kneel and bow their heads in the presence of the immortal.
Even in the trading venue, the cultivators who had not been affected by the aftermath of the initial combat, all looked at the outside world with eyes full of consternation.
