Innate Illusory

A gigantic human silhouette that stood right there like a small hill appeared in front of Duan Ling Tian.

The human silhouette was an old man dressed in a golden robe. He had a golden mole between his eyebrows that looked like a tiny sun radiating brilliantly.

"They can't block you, but how about me?" As a glimpse flashed across the phantom eyes of the silhouette of the golden-robed old man, his sharp gaze that seemed to pierce through the air landed on Chen Bei at once.

The moment his gaze landed on him, it was like a massive stone that crushed down onto Chen Bei till he turned pale right away.

"Great Island Master." Taking a deep breath, Chen Bei took a deep bow towards the silhouette in the sky. A sense of dread appeared in his eyes as he replied anxiously, "I-I don't dare to."