C6602 Do You Want Me to Capture You Out?
C6602 Do You Want Me to Capture You Out?
He squinted his eyes and looked at the ancestral land of the Holy Fist Sect behind the Divine Platform. Suddenly, he sneered and said.
"It's been hiding there for so long, yet you still don't want to show yourself?"
"Do you really want me to wait until I kill everyone in your Holy Fist Sect and capture you?"
Zhang Xiaofann's cold eyes looked straight at the back of the Divine Platform of the Holy Fist Sect. His voice was cold, but it also carried a deep provocation.
When everyone heard this, they were all startled. The disciples of the Holy Fist Sect seemed to have realized something at this moment, and their eyes were shining brightly, as if they were looking forward to something.
"Big Brother Zhang, who is he talking to?!"
For a moment, Wang Yuanping was also extremely confused. Mu Bingyun and Chen Feixue also looked at each other. They both saw the deep confusion on each other's faces.
"Bastard, aren't you going too far by doing this?"
At this moment, an old voice filled with anger came from behind the Divine Platform.
This voice was vast and profound, as if it was the voice of a god. However, it also revealed an incomparably powerful and shocking pressure.
"Whoosh!"
A red streak of light flew out from behind the Divine Platform. Finally, it turned into a figure and landed heavily on the ruins of the plaza.
He stepped down and landed on the ground like a giant. This caused the ground, which was already in tatters, to sink a few feet deeper!
Everyone looked over and saw a silver-haired old man with white hair and a bare upper body standing fifteen to sixteen meters away from Zhang Xiaofann.
Although the old man was old, his muscles were extremely dangerous. His bronze color made him look like he had a terrifying explosive power, as if he was cast in bronze. It was a sight to behold!
From the moment the old man appeared until now, he had not revealed any terrifying aura.
However, since he had appeared, everyone present could clearly feel an indescribable pressure crazily attacking their limbs and bones. The pressure came from the depths of their souls!
Especially for the disciples of the Holy Fist Sect, they all revealed deep respect and reverence on their faces as they knelt down and kowtowed to him.
It was as if they were not facing an old man with white hair, but their god in their hearts!
"Sect Master!!!"
The Third Elder of the Holy Fist Sect, who had been smashed into the ground by Zhang Xiaofann's kick, felt this familiar aura.
With great difficulty, he crawled out of the deep pit and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the silver-haired old man and said with a weak voice.
Hearing that, the silver-haired old man only glanced at the Third Elder of the Holy Fist Sect and nodded slightly. However, he did not have the slightest intention of helping him.
Following that, the old man once again looked at Zhang Xiaofann. He took a deep breath and said in a cold voice.
"Although this old man has lived in the mountains for a long time and has not been involved in the affairs of the world for many years, I have long heard of the great name of Law-free Devil Sovereign, Zhang Wutian…"