C159 Killing with One Palm

Traceless looked at the old man with a sense of familiarity. The old man was tall and mighty, and he held a longsword in his hand. The scabbard was simple and unadorned, but it faintly exuded a cold aura. Looking at his eagle-eyed eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes. It was as cold as the biting cold autumn wind.

Behind him stood five men in embroidered clothing