Mang Tianchi Displays His Might

Qing Yan's eyes, which had been trembling violently with shock and rage, now locked firmly onto the space ahead.

Two figures slowly solidified from the depths of the twisted void, their outlines gradually sharpening from indistinct blurs, as though they had stepped into this war-torn world from another dimension.

One was old, and one was young.

The young man was strikingly handsome, with a face like polished jade. His simple, elegant robe further accentuated his tall, upright frame, while an innate air of untarnished nobility seemed to linger about him.

A faint, almost amused smile rested on his lips, and his gaze was tranquil and unruffled. The savage slaughter and blood-stained sky before him seemed no more than drifting dust by the roadside, unable to disturb his composed state of mind in the slightest.

The old man beside the young man bore the deep wrinkles of age across his face, yet his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as though they could pierce through layer upon layer of spatial barriers.

An immense aura surged from his body without restraint, carrying unquestionable dominance and a barely suppressed fiery temper. It was like a world-shaking thunderstorm brewing within him, ready to erupt with devastating force at any moment.

The two of them stood quietly in the void. Though their posture appeared casual, they were like an invisible mountain spanning heaven and earth, firmly and mercilessly blocking Qing Yan's only path toward the depths of Dragon Island.

A heavy pressure instantly settled over Qing Yan's heart, making it clench involuntarily.

Qing Yan's heart jolted. Almost instinctively, he activated his senses, spreading them out like an invisible net that swept toward the two men.

The moment his senses touched the old man's undisguised, immense aura, they seemed to strike an indestructible wall with