Cloud Rubbing Cliff.
The mist drifted directly over the mountaintop, making one feel as if they were at the peak of the clouds, ethereal like an immortal.
However, at this moment.
The atmosphere on Cloud Rubbing Cliff was not very pleasant.
Three disciples from the Supreme Pavilion's Little Tian Du suddenly appeared, ready to draw swords against Zhou Youwei.
This was something Chu Chen did not expect.
Originally intending to speak to stop them.
Qiankun Ancestor's slow words, however, left Chu Chen unable to speak, as if bound by some terrifying force.
Chu Chen looked at Qiankun Ancestor, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, his heart already surging with waves.
This elder, his power is boundless!
That terrifying force, pressing on him so much that he couldn't breathe.
This left Chu Chen both shocked and delighted.
Shocked at Qiankun Ancestor's unimaginable strength.
