"Senior, we can't hold them off anymore. If you still refuse to act, the three of us brothers may end up dying here."
After barely dodging a fatal strike from a Silver-Armored Divine General, the burly man shouted toward an uninhabited mountain peak below.
"Useless trash."
An angry curse rang out from the mountains below. Then a figure emerged from within a peak, stepping through the void as he made his way over one step at a time.
He was an old man with white hair and a white beard. His clothes were tattered, and he walked through the air barefoot.
The old man's eyes were cloudy, his hair disheveled, and not the slightest aura leaked from his body. He looked like nothing more than an ordinary old beggar.
If he were tossed into a bustling city, people would surely mistake him for a beggar.
"Oh? Peak Spirit Transformation? This old man really knows how to put on airs. Even I'm not as pretentious as him."
Interest flickered in Ye Buqu's eyes as he looked at the old man, before he curled his lip disdainfully.
He was only at Spirit Transformation. What was he acting so high and mighty for?
"He's here."
Li Xian'er said gravely. The next moment, the old man casually raised an arm and pressed down toward the void. In an instant, the entire sky seemed to collapse beneath the pressure, and the five Silver-Armored Divine Generals were suppressed into the ground without any power to resist.
Sand and stones flew across the ground, raising a vast cloud of dust. Once it dispersed, a gigantic palm print spanning ten thousand meters appeared on the ground ahead, a hundred meters deep.
The Silver-Armored Divine Generals had already been slapped into pulp. With a single palm strike, five Silver-Armored