"Someone else is coming!"
"Judging by the sound, this seems to be a top-notch powerhouse."
The Qi Refining Realm cultivators within Whitefloat City wore grave expressions.
While the newcomer hadn't shown themselves yet, they already felt a terrifying pressure, as if they were facing a cultivator at the Peak of the Element Gathering Realm.
The mountainous pressure almost suffocated them.
"Who's skulking about, afraid to show themselves?"
Gong Qingqiu looked all around, her face alert, but she couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the speaker.
"Above you!"
An indifferent, age-worn voice suddenly fell from above, Gong Qingqiu formed a hand seal with one hand, countless vines surged skyward, yet she grasped at empty air.
"It's a trap!"
Gong Qingqiu's face changed dramatically.
The next moment, from the ground burst an old figure, hunched over, his hands crossed, casting a special fist seal that struck Gong Qingqiu.