“Golden Fist Emperor!” Jian Ming shouted after seeing the armored old man.

“Hasn’t he been missing for a thousand years now?” The daoist took a deep breath.

“Who is it?” Xiao Xuan asked.

“An amazing big shot.” Jian Ming said with a smile: “Quite powerful, not weaker than any of the six heavenly monarchs. I believe he is Golden Divine Fist’s descendant.”

“Decent strength.” Xiao Xuan glanced at him and said. This was high praise coming from such a powerful being.

“He’s from Golden City too. He once tried to become Golden Divine Fist’s...