C1124 Cloth-clad teenager

It was a terrifying frequency. It was not an imposing manner, nor was it any powerful strength. It was just a type of frequency. It was as if the arteries in the world could easily intimidate people.

Hundreds of years ago, he had killed a Taishang Dao Ranker with a single finger. Now, a hundred years had passed, and the old man seemed to have become even more powerful