The black-robed man was so powerful that he made people's scalps tingle.
"I'm furious! I'm furious!"
Several people scrambled out of the handprint crater. Among them was a white-robed old man, his face twisted with rage.
His jet-black hair was streaked with white. He looked to be in his fifties, with the air of an immortal sage, yet his face, worn down by the years, was covered in sorrow.
Ling Yun ignored him and instead looked at someone outside the formation, flashing a strange smile!
Seeing Ling Yun disregard him, the white-robed old man said again, "Fine, fine. I had no intention of making an enemy of you, but you kept pushing me. In the end, you even struck first. Very well."
Only then did Ling Yun look at him, his eyes glinting with bloodlust. "Trash? Are you talking to me?"
Although Ling Yun's gaze had frightened him, the white-robed old man was still furious once he had composed himself. "Very well! Very well indeed. We'll soon see who's trash."
He had never heard anyone call him trash before, not once in his life.
"I know him. He's the talisman master, Shi Potian!"
Someone in the crowd rubbed their eyes, immediately recognizing the white-robed old man.
"What? The Shi Potian who, like the King of Hell, is as elusive as a Divine Dragon?"
Some of the powerful figures were astonished by the white-robed old man's identity.
"Ten thousand years have passed, and I never expected anyone would still remember me." Shi Potian smiled faintly.
"Know your place and get lost," Ling Yun said with a frown.
Was this man trying to get himself killed? He just kept babbling on and on.
Shi Potian said, "Young people don't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth. A