Hungry Ghost Daoist
Editor: Atlas Studios
Amidst the roar of the hurricane, a wild voice sounded. It was dignified without anger. Its calm tone contained endless dominance.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Such a powerful aura could not be underestimated. The disciples' faces were pale and they were a little afraid.
Such power was not something they could resist at all.
They were on completely different levels of strength.
However, at the thought of their master's powerful strength, the disciples quickly became bold.
All of them berated fiercely, their eyes filled with hostility.
"Who is it? Don't you know that this is my territory?"
"The Ghost Dao Sect ahead forbids gods and demons from flying. Get down here and apologize to my master!"
"Kid, how dare you offend my realm? Do you want to die?"
"Be careful, this is not a place you can come casually!"