Outside, the Holy Son of Zhetian was in a wretched state, but he had also heard the voice of Ye Qingtao coming from inside the main hall. After all, his cultivation was not low, so he could naturally perceive it. Initially, he had been sent flying by a slap and was extremely furious, so his entire aura and pressure were about to immediately sweep over. However, upon abruptly hearing the other party state their identity, the Holy Son of Zhetian froze instantly.
No matter what, the Holy Son of Zhetian had never imagined that this powerhouse would be such a terrifying entity!
Just a moment ago, he had known nothing at all, thinking this was merely some piece of trash who, at most, was a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, acting immensely arrogant just because he had a capable subordinate following him by his side. He figured the guy must be from some major faction, but so what? Could any faction, no matter how large, be greater than the Zhetian Holy Land? Hearing the name of the Zhetian Holy Land, shouldn't he be scared to the point of sudden death?
Chapter 161