650 Survival of the Strong

Meng Chuan continued walking and took in the louder voice from the mountaintop. Suddenly, he was slightly stunned as he looked up.

Whoosh.

A meatball-like figure flew down from above. A smile appeared on the figure's face. However, the pressure produced by the figure made Meng Chuan's heart tremble uncontrollably. It was like an ant encountering a terrifying monster charging at him. The wind carried by the figure could crush him.

What a terrifying aura. Meng Chuan was alarmed.

He had seen Realm Ancestor, Hall Lord Blazing Sun, and Mountain Lord Moxie, but he had never seen anyone with such a strong aura. Perhaps Sixth Tribulation Eminences with weaker wills would be dazed for some time when they encountered him.

"Greetings, Guild Master, I'm Eastcalm." Meng Chuan immediately bowed when he saw the other party.