As Yue Bufan's furious roar exploded like thunder through the void, a terrifying pressure—vast and grim, heavy as the might of the heavens—swept overwhelmingly toward Sword Immortal Zhantian.
A mere old fogey who had cultivated for all these years, yet couldn't even compare to him. What absolute trash.
Right now, beneath his terrifying, immortal-like pressure, this fellow must be cowering before him like a dog, begging for mercy, right?
Chapter 394