Fists and palms intersected; the void shattered, and thunder roared.
The giant hand pulled Ancestor Jiuxiao's figure swiftly retreating backwards.
Xu Zimei, however, did not give chase; she merely stood there calmly, watching.
Ancestor Jiuxiao's figure was tossed aside, and the crowd looked up.
They saw a figure as if stepping out from Chaos, each step shattering mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, accompanied by an Azure Ox, walking out slowly.
This figure was a young man.
He wore a straw hat, holding a wooden flute in his hand.
A smile on his lips, he looked towards the crowd.
At this moment, that imposing, Heaven Shaking imperial might was bursting forth from his body.
Though he was but a young man, no one dared to underestimate him.
The Elders beside him were all excited, trembling as they knelt down one after another.
"We greet our ancestor."
