Through the billowing smoke, a figure walked forward.
Chen Xiaofan focused his gaze and saw an Old Man in Red Robe, his hair white as frost, bent with age, yet exuding a terrifying aura that swept forth like a hurricane.
Though old, he was vigorous and alert, tall and powerfully built, standing ramrod straight.
"Hehehe, three little ants. You ran into this old man and still thought of escaping? Are you dreaming?" The Old Man in Red Robe erupted with his full aura the moment he arrived, the immense True Essence within him bursting forth, rolling like thunder.
At once, the three of them felt as though a mountain were pressing down on their heads. Forget running—they could barely breathe.
Thud!
The Man in Blue Robe was forced straight to his knees, drenched in sweat and nearly suffocating!
Yet he still clenched his teeth, glared at Chen Xiaofan, and roared, "Do you see it now?! This is how powerful he is! Go on, slap him to death for me to see! Even if I have to risk my life today, I'll fight for what's right!"
The two Great Grandmasters in purple did not fare any better. Under the immense pressure, they crazily spat blood with a "pfft," their faces pale as they lowered their heads, not daring to utter a word.
They cowered like students who had made a mistake.
This is bad, this is bad. We'll probably die here today.
"Hm? What did you say?" Unaware of what had just happened, the Old Man in Red Robe asked with great interest.
Before the Man in Blue Robe could speak, the Old Man in Red Robe suddenly noticed something, and his heart jolted!
"You little brat, what is going on with you?!" he barked at Chen Xiaofan.
He had suddenly