Scram?
The Primordial Demon Ancestor froze for a moment before flying into a rage. Never before had anyone dared speak to him like that!
"You're courting death!"
The Primordial Demon Ancestor raised his hand, demonic energy spilling from his palm and forming a black sword millions of zhang long, its blade extending into the far distance.
Without hesitation, he swept the sword horizontally, intending to cut down the mysterious man.
A violent gale swept across the land, forcing Qin Jun and the others to retreat. The Demon Ancestor's pressure was simply too overwhelming; even though it was not directed at them, it still made their hearts tremble.
Just as the black sword was about to strike the mysterious man, he suddenly raised his left hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together. With a flick of his arm, his two fingers met the rapidly descending black sword. The sword was millions of zhang long, and even its blade was far thicker than he was tall.
Clang—
The black sword abruptly stopped, scraping up the earth and sending countless stones flying. The gusts blew the mysterious man's long hair over most of his face, yet his eyes remained calm and unruffled.
The Primordial Demon Ancestor's expression instantly froze. He exerted all his strength, yet he could not make the mysterious man so much as tremble.
This sight thoroughly terrified Qin Jun and the others.
"Gasp—who exactly is that guy?"
"An Archaic God?"
"No! He doesn't carry the bloodline aura of the Extreme Flame Demon God!"
"So strong! He can actually contend with the Primordial Demon Ancestor so easily!"
Li Yuanba, Ji Bubai, and the others cried out in shock, while Qin Jun wore a strange expression.
Could this guy be Ren Wo Xiao?
He was this powerful?
Patriarch Bodhi's mouth fell