Before him stood a young figure in a Gold-Patterned Profound Robe, the whole person exuding a cold aura.
"Who are you?!"
The steward's expression turned stern as he instantly stood up and asked coldly.
The figure did not respond, but instead, his gaze swept past the steward and looked towards Lord Shenyang behind him, speaking calmly, "Li Chunyang?"
"How audacious!"
Upon hearing these three words, the steward's face instantly filled with rage, and he drew his sword and charged forward.
Yet, as he approached the figure, his body suddenly became uncontrollable and came to an abrupt halt.
Afterwards, a large hand appeared, dominating his field of vision, and gently plucked off his head.
Witnessing this scene, the surrounding guards were shocked.
Lord Shenyang's expression, however, remained calm, even asking with interest, "Who are you?"
A nation's power can nurture a Celestial Immortal, but no second Immortal Realm powerhouse can emerge beyond that.
