Gentle Land

Weng! A terrifying aura suddenly swept over, and another person had already appeared there.

This was a white-bearded old man. His eyes swept over them, and he said, "This island has already closed. Everyone, leave immediately!"

Yi?

Previously, there had not been any situation of shooing people away. Why had things changed now that they were here?

True, the stars in the skies had all dispersed, which also meant that no one would be able to obtain the Icy Killing Celestial Finger, so what was the point of staying on the island?

Everyone was dissatisfied. It wasn't easy for elites like them to gather together and possess the possibility of killing Ling Han, yet now they had to be stopped? But what could they do?

This old geezer was a True Self Tier cultivator. With a gap of a major tier between them, he would definitely be able to suppress them absolutely. Even Imperial Sons like them wouldn't be able to reverse this.