1755. The god of the Great Emperor of the Ao Shan Dragon Clan

“My two young friends, please take a seat!”

In the sky, below the team of the Dragon Palace and the nine God Empire.

Beside a small mountain, a stone bench appeared in front of Wang Xian and Mo Sha. The old man smiled as he gestured at them.

“My... old... senior, you... how... How are you still alive?”

Mo Sha stared at the old man in front of him with his eyes wide open. He looked at him in disbelief as he spoke with a trembling mouth.

Wang Xian was extremely shocked when he saw his expression.

Mo Sha had always been extremely arrogant. He did not put anyone in his eyes. Even when faced with the Emperor of the Nine Heavens Demonic Bird who was much stronger than him, his expression remained unchanged.

Why was he so fearful when facing an old man now.

The old man was dressed in green clothes and had a kind expression on his face. He was like a huge mountain that had stood for tens of thousands of years.