As Powerful As They Say

Ji Fengxing was determined not to let Yu Shangrong make the same mistake twice. His instincts told him this old man was not easy to deal with. No matter who the old man was or where he was from, the old man was not someone the Thousand Willow Monastery could deal with. The best thing to do was… run! His cultivation base and speed were no match for Yu Shangrong. He could only bar Yu Shangrong's way and said, "It's an elite! Run!"

Lu Zhou looked over. Ji Fengxing was blocking the person speeding toward them. He raised a hand and pushed his palm out.

A shining golden palm seal sailed through the air.

"A Buddhist? Why is it golden?!" Tian Buji was greatly shaken.

Xia Changqiu was also shocked by the golden palm seal. 'He's not from the Sky Martial Court, the Flying Star House, or the palace?'

Wuwu looked at the old man. The old man was stroking his beard as he looked ahead with an indifferent expression on his face.