C1182 Beat down a Saint

Saint Taihan squinted, staring at the Zhao Yun in front of him.

"Youngster, are you trying to provoke this old one?"

Saint Taihan's head of white hair danced in the air as he stood proudly in the air, his gaze as cold as ice.

Honestly speaking, Zhao Yun's aura and cultivation was very strong, but she did not put him in her eyes.

He was not a saint