When the Holy Land remains still, it is as if nothing moves; when it moves, it is as if a mountain collapses, like a hawk capturing a rabbit, wielding overwhelming might. Compared to the likes of Shen Wuji, Ci Ming, and Li Suling, how could it not be several times stronger?
In the terrified eyes of the crowd.
Su Yanhao parted the crowd as he walked, causing people to scatter in fear wherever he passed. Even the most defiant Celestial Immortals dared not block the path of this wizened elder, and could only watch helplessly as he stood in front of Ye Qingchen.
"The frail elder Su Yanhao of the Holy Land pays his respects to you, sir!"
Su Yanhao slightly bowed.
"Holy Land!"
Ye Qingchen slowly raised his head, gazing straight at the opponent, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow.
