Bloody Battle at the Summit of Mount Fu Yao (9)
Éditeur: Misty Cloud Translations
That strong barrier stirred up a huge gale as the little old man who stood at eye of it all stood there calmly. His white hair was bellowing in the wind as his sleeves were flapping about violently and he exuded a suffocating and domineering aura.
Ba He's gaze suddenly changed and the smile at the corner of his mouth had disappeared entirely.
On the entire body of the little man, not a speck of light emitted from spiritual energy could be found. However, upon closer inspection, a circle of obscure inscriptions were rotating around his right hand. Those obscure inscriptions were floating above his palm but there was a pale blue glow on his palm.
The moment Ba He saw the inscriptions on the right hand of the little man, his expression underwent a sudden change?
This person, how could he be at such a level!