“Dragon Gate!”
A faint voice resonated throughout the immortal spiritual pedestal. Wang Xian flew over with Guan Shuqing and Ao Jian.
“Dragon Gate!”
At this moment, all the immortals from the major immortal sects who had arrived at the immortal spiritual pedestal looked over.
Dragon Gate and Dragon King were a very special force to all the immortal sects.
They were not from the eight cauldrons world, nor were they from an immortal sect that had been passed down for a long time. Instead, they were an overlord of the jianghu in the past.
However, this overlord that they had overlooked at the beginning possessed terrifying strength.
There were at least three immortal gods. Two of them might be middle immortals, and there were 50 to 60 infant stage powerhouses.
Just this top-notch combat strength alone was enough to suppress most of the immortal sects.
Dozens of gazes were fixed on him. Wang Xian swept his gaze across everyone on the stage and revealed a faint smile.