The Wood Dao Ancestor was dead.
No one had expected it. He had died far too quickly.
In mere moments, a Dao Ancestor had fallen. Even the Thunder Dao Ancestor could not stop the corners of his eyes from twitching. He looked gravely at Kulodo, White Demon, Little Black, and the others, an inexplicable unease rising within him.
At last, he turned his gaze toward the white-robed man surrounded by the crowd...
The man had already put away the two treasure pearls containing Dao Ancestor authority. He did not spare anyone present another glance, as though he did not care about their existence in the slightest. No matter how fiercely the battle raged here, it seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.
His leisure was almost eerie.
Strangely, compared to the terrifying aura radiating from Little Black and the others, the white-robed man appeared exceptionally ordinary.
Though his bearing was rather outstanding, he did not give the crowd any overwhelming sense of pressure. Yet neither did he seem weak... he was simply moderate, ordinary.
Beyond that, the Thunder Dao Ancestor could find no other words to describe him.
The Light Dao Ancestor, the Metal Dao Ancestor, and the Corpse God all looked toward the white-robed man. No one moved. No one spoke.
The atmosphere instantly froze, falling into an eerie silence.
No one opened their mouth. Although they did not sense much of a threat, some instinct in the depths of their being told them that this white-robed man was dangerous.
Extremely dangerous!
Whenever the thought of becoming enemies with the white-robed man arose in their hearts, their hearts abruptly clenched, as if an invisible hand had seized them tightly... suffocating, stifling, leaving them unable to breathe...
Impossible to contend against... The same thought surfaced in the minds of