While Lu Yuan and the people of the Yu Family were talking, Zhao Letian had already flipped his hand to produce the Ghost King Stele.
He could sense that the aura of this white-robed elder was even more powerful than the Mercenary Captain, and even comparable to the Wind Roar Beast.
This meant that this person was definitely a half-step King-level Expert, and not just an ordinary one, but one that could be considered on par with Master Yu.
A fierce battle was inevitably going to take place, so he naturally needed to make preparations in advance.
"Kid, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Cripple your own cultivation now, return with me to the Yu Family to accept your punishment, and listen to the verdict of our ancestor. Maybe you'll be able to save your life like a dog. Otherwise, this cave will be your grave!"
The white-robed elder stared fixedly at Zhao Letian, indifferently speaking.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!..."
