章 1642: Refined Saint Stage Powerhouse

It was apparent that this was a Saint Stage powerhouse since the person was able to fly in the sky above the capital of the Windfall Nation.

Furthermore, given his guts to hover in the air above the Situ Clan residence and said that he's looking for the Situ Clan's Situ Hao so arrogantly, this was no ordinary Saint Stage powerhouse. Otherwise, he would not have dared to be so overbearing.

Just when the man in black's voice took the entire the clan by shock, an enraged, hoary voice resonated from afar. "Who the hell dares to intrude my Situ Clan so recklessly?!"

After a while, an old man appeared in front of the newcomer.

This old man had a strong build with white hair and a ruddy complexion. His gaze with which he stared at the man in black was filled with coldness. "And look at you, wearing a mask and trying to play the devil!"

After the old man appeared, the black-clad old man who was wearing the grimacing mask asked nonchalantly, "Are you Situ Hao?"