Ye Zhen, transformed into Great Wind, fixed his eyeballs—twice the size of an ox's head—on Xi Zhen, Xi Tiandong, and the others ten miles away.
That icy gaze and baleful intent made every expert of the Xi Family feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar. Many had already begun to tremble.
It was not that they were timid. After all, a man's name was like a tree's shadow. Even Old Ancestors Xi Zhen had just said that Great Wind's bloodline descendants had left three Dao Realm experts with one dead and two wounded. How much more terrifying would the genuine primordial fierce beast, Great Wind, be?
To say they were not afraid would be a lie!
In truth, even Old Ancestors Xi Zhen had begun to sweat.
He was afraid too.
If this Great Wind's ferocity erupted, among these fifty-odd people, only he, the Dao Realm expert, might have a chance of escaping alive—and even that chance was not high.
Fortunately, Xi Zhen had weathered countless storms and experienced many situations more perilous than this.
"Stay calm!"
"All of you, calm down! No one is to make any rash moves, and there must not be even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, lest we provoke the Great Wind before us."
Xi Zhen kept emphasizing it. Including Xi Zhen himself, no one dared move. Many Xi Family martial artists even held their breath.
For a time, one bird and more than fifty experts faced each other in midair.
Suddenly, several streams of light swept through the distant sky and flew toward Old Ancestors Xi Zhen and family head Xi Tiandong.
Great Wind, which Ye Zhen had transformed into, slowly raised its head.
In an instant, Xi Zhen and Xi Tiandong, who had just caught the Talisman Signals, broke