The sudden voice shocked Xiang Shaoyun and company. The voice was ethereal and majestic, covering the sky above the island with a thick aura of the great dao. From the fact that not even Xiang Shaoyun's soul clone could sense the source of the voice, it was clear how terrifying the owner of the voice was.

"Which lord is this, if I may ask?" Xiang Shaoyun asked.

No reply came from the voice. Instead, a terrifying power enveloped the area and pressed down on the dragon and the tiger.

The two roared in alarm as they leaped into the sky, attempting to resist the pressure.

"You are long dead. Don't even think of acting cocky before this old tortoise with a little bit of borrowed power," said the voice as an old figure appeared above the island. A palm descended from the sky, bringing with it an indescribable pressure...