Great Calamity, The Trust of the Martial Ancestor

Feeling the powerful aura of the purple-robed man, Jiang Tiansheng was alarmed. He could not help but glance at Jiang Changsheng and ask, "Who are you? Can you defeat him?"

Jiang Changsheng repelled the purple-robed man the moment he appeared, which brought him hope.

If one could live, who would want to die?

Jiang Changsheng said, "Killing him is as easy as flipping my hand. But can you remove your mental barrier by killing him?"

Jiang Tiansheng was silent. Evidently, he had heard his conversation with the purple-robed man, which made him ashamed and angry.

At that moment, the purple-robed man flew up and spread his arms. Dust mixed with surging black aura, he pushed his palms forward and terrifying true qi surged over with the power to overturn mountains and overturn seas. It condensed into two dragons that attacked from both sides.