Ji Botong

"You, you, you..."

Xuanyuan Wudi pointed at the old man blocking his path, but only managed to force out a single syllable.

The stormy waves in his heart were crashing against jagged reefs, nearly suffocating him.

The aura on this man was simply too powerful. He had only ever felt such overwhelming pressure from his own ancestor—and his ancestor was an existence who had reached the Star Lord Realm.

Could this old man also be a Star Lord Realm expert?

"Hehe, what? You got so excited at the sight of this old man that you can't even speak?"

The old man chuckled twice, not forgetting to tease him.

Xuanyuan Wudi forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, swallowed hard, and finally managed to speak. "You... you are Formless Demon Venerable Ji Botong?!"

Chicken... neck... pain?

Hua Qiang wore a strange expression when he heard that name, then stared straight at a certain part of someone's body.

Ji Botong seemed to notice that ill-intentioned gaze. He looked in Hua Qiang's direction and revealed an odd smile.

"Kid, what are you staring at?"

Fuck!

Even from so far away, he had been discovered. Hua Qiang felt a little embarrassed.

He hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed. "Greetings, Senior!"

"Hmph!"

Ji Botong snorted coldly. "Kid, I'll settle the score with you later!"

Feng Ningshuang's expression was equally splendid at this moment—surprise, excitement... but even more anger.

This old bastard had finally been willing to crawl out of whatever dark, godforsaken corner he had been hiding in.

Tonight, she would definitely settle the accounts with him properly!

As Ji Botong looked at Xuanyuan Wudi, a flicker of envy flashed through his eyes. Why hadn't anyone so outstanding emerged among his own descendants?

"Kid, you want to run after hitting someone? Is that how Xuanyuan