As the voice came, a figure wearing a blue robe with hair extending to his waist walked out from one of the blood rings. With just one step, he arrived before everyone. His robe was very large, so as he moved, it also began to move.
This person’s face was grey and he looked very old, but his eyes shined like the stars. He carefully looked at Wang Lin and then waved his hand.
“The nine of you can leave!”
That wave contained a powerful pressure. The nine Soul Formation cultivators respectfully bowed and disappeared.
Wang Lin’s eyes lit up and revealed an urge to battle. He couldn’t see through the old man’s cultivation level, but he was sure that this old man was at the Soul Transformation stage.
“Little friend Ceng Niu, this old man has waited two years for this day!” The old man looked at Wang Lin with a mysterious light in his eyes.