Bab 2432: I'm Desolate Martial!

In the hall, many Perfected Immortals savored the blood peaches at the table while watching the five City Lords teach Lin Lei and his sister a lesson. From time to time, they would chuckle and discuss, toasting one another in a joyous manner.

Right then, a breeze blew past and many cultivators could not help but shudder.

At the Perfected Immortal realm, even supreme divine powers would not be able to cause them to react, let alone cold winds.

"Bloody hell, what's going on?"

A cultivator mumbled.

Suddenly, he swept his gaze and caught sight of purple robes floating past him.

Instinctively, he raised his head and saw a purple-robed man pass by him.

The purple-robed man wore a cold silver mask and looked strange, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

"Who are you?!"

The Perfected Immortal shouted instinctively.