"The world isn't as simple as I think?"
Ye Chen's eyes flickered a few times when he heard what Li Xuanji said. He was still sneering as he said, "Elder Priest Li, what will you do if I insist on killing Guan Shanyue today?"
Li Xuanji sighed softly and was about to speak.
At the moment, a cold voice came from afar, "Li Xuanji, I think you're getting really old. Why are you wasting your breath on a junior?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
An old man in a green robe walked through the air. The old man's face was sallow, and he seemed to be in his sixties or seventies. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, making people afraid to look directly at him.
The moment he appeared, everyone felt an irresistible suppression coming towards them. Even Luo Shuiyao, Tang Jianfeng and the rest of the people from Shang Santian were shocked.