C1272 Formation Emperor

Upon hearing Qin Ming's words, Chu Sheng's lips quirked into a smirk. "Oh, really?"

"You think you're untouchable behind that turtle shell of yours?"

With a casual wave, an elder emerged from the throng. His cultivation was that of a Martial Sovereign, his appearance aged, with white hair crowning his head.

Yet his hands were remarkably youthful, free of any wrinkles