The middle-aged man in the green robe had a gloomy expression, his gaze dark as he stood on an immortal mountain peak that soared into the clouds. He stared intently at Jiang Hui, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment akin to a man whose wife had been stolen.
On him, fragments of the Great Taoist became visible and then invisible, surrounding his body. They were like iron chains cast from agate, crystal clear and extremely bright, radiating a captivating brilliance.
Without a doubt, the man could be considered a preeminent powerhouse, his strength terrifying. He was an established True Immortal, possessing his own Taoist Orthodoxy and Fairy City, and ruling over billions of territories and subjects.
Next to the man in the green robe stood several formidable figures, all of whom were impressive, established True Immortals, renowned in this area, their very movements could cause tremors here.