Critical moment.

Yan Xiaoyu retreated sharply, bowed respectfully, and said, "I would like to ask the old palace master to show his holiness!"

One word fell.

Between heaven and earth, an incomparable coercion descended from the sky, and in an instant, endless light descended on the world, with divine power that shocked people's hearts.

During the war.

Tao Yaoyao was affected by the divine power of light. She slipped out a dozen steps and looked forward, her expression darkening.

It's him!

At the back of the battle, at this moment, the Triumphant King's face also darkened. He stared at the figure walking out of the light and tightened his grip on the saber in his hand.

Tianyu Hall, the former head of the hall, Wen Daoran.

On the battlefield.

Everyone was watching. In the bright sky, Wen Daoran appeared. The world was shaking. His existence was like a god, which made people shudder.

"What are you pretending to be?"

Li Ziye showed contempt when he saw the huge pomp and circumstance in which Wen Daoran appeared.

Twenty years ago, Wen Daoran resigned from the position of the master of Tianyuan Palace after being defeated by that scholar.

Now, run here and pretend!

In the light, Wen Daoran seemed to hear something, and his figure flashed past, suddenly arriving in front of Li Ziye.

Immediately, he slapped it with a palm.

In an instant, the power of light was like a stormy sea, overwhelming the sky.

"Old guy."
Chapter completed!