Sigh

Patriarch Li narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man in azure clothes who had come out from inside the Manor. He glanced at him and saw that the strength of the other party was only low, his face darkened immediately and he snorted heavily. 

"Hmph!"

The cold snort shrouded Feng Jiu with the coercion of an Immortal Sacred cultivator. The expressions of the surrounding people changed under the powerful aura and coercion.

After all, they saw the strength of the youth in azure clothes was only that of a Foundation Formation Stage cultivator. How could such a cultivation base withstand the coercion of an Immortal Sacred cultivator?