The ravings of the Black-robed Man echoed across the skies of the Qingyun Sect, and a suffocating pressure descended, as if a mountain storm were on the verge of breaking.
The Supreme Elder's expression was grave. Although he was the sect's ultimate trump card, facing such a formidable enemy, he dared not let down his guard in the slightest.
"Arrogant wretch, how dare you covet the supreme treasure of our Qingyun Sect!" With an angry roar, the Supreme Elder shot into the air like lightning, clashing fiercely with the Black-robed Man.
Chapter 45