Heavenly Talisman Realm

Bai Wuya was clad in white. He drifted over and appeared beside Qin Wentian. His aura was calm and didn't seem to be anything special, it had no fluctuations. In addition, although those in the surroundings could clearly sense his extraordinary demeanor, they couldn't sense his strength at all. He was just like an ordinary mortal.

Bai Wuya faintly glanced at the silhouette formed from the immortal sense but it seemed as though his eyes could penetrate through his opponent.

"Sir, who are you?" The supreme elder of the Golden Armor Sect, who was also the master of Zhao Yuyan, stared at Bai Wuya with a gaze filled with trepidation. He could naturally also sensed Bai Wuya’s extraordinariness.

"Scram." Bai Wuya calmly spoke a single word, causing the gaze of everyone present to freeze.

Scram?