Oakhead and Ironclad glanced at each other in bewilderment. Why had Jiang Chen dared show himself?
At least, according to their reports, the human’s cultivation wasn’t on par with theirs yet.
But whether in strength or in presence, they dimly felt from this young man the aura of a grandmaster, a leader of his time, enough to make them suck in a breath and take notice.
Oakhead stared at the young lord with his enormous eyes, trying to pierce the young human’s secrets.
However, the faint sheen of golden light shrouding the latter made him appear all the more mysterious. Even divine demon forefathers like them couldn’t see...