As Ice Spirit Old Ancestor spoke, his smiling gaze turned toward the three seats below. At the far right sat an old man with white hair and beard. His skin was as fair as snow, and his long white beard hung down in front of him, making him look full of spiritual energy.
When he heard Ice Spirit Old Ancestor's laughter, he shook his head with a smile. "Brother Ice Spirit, I truly cannot compare with your Ice Nether Divine Art."
Although he said this, the white-haired old man's eyes held faint amusement. Clearly, what he thought did not entirely match what he said.
His expression naturally fell into everyone's eyes, but no one felt resentful. This old man was also a famous Heaven Supreme in the Great Thousand World—the Snow Demon Old Man. He had been friends with Ice Spirit Old Ancestor for many years.
His strength was on par with Ice Spirit Old Ancestor's. Neither of them could overpower the other.
"You two old fellows clearly both want to suppress the other, yet you insist on being so hypocritical." As Ice Spirit Old Ancestor and Snow Demon Old Man exchanged modest remarks, a slightly mocking laugh came from the side. The speaker showed no respect at all for these two extraordinary Heaven Supremes.
If an ordinary person had dared to speak like that, he would probably have already been reduced to dust. But when Ice Spirit Old Ancestor and Snow Demon Old Man heard this, they merely laughed indifferently before turning their gazes toward the speaker.
The speaker was a burly old man dressed in a black robe. His eyes shone with a purple-gold color, and his booming voice faintly carried the echo of a dragon's roar.
As he sat there, an oppressive force that made one's scalp