The old man narrowed his eyes and turned back to look towards the front, only to see, not far away stood a handsome man in a luxurious black robe, with one hand behind his back. His stood straight as a pine, his breath exuded a powerful aura, just standing there, will give a person an ineffable sense of shock and awe.
"You are that Hell's Lord, Xuanyuan Mo Ze!"
The old voice was filled with a little bit of hostility, and it was not a question, but a certainty. At the first sight of this rumoured man, the old man's eyes had a few more points of scorn.
This man's aura of strength was very strong, and in an instant, news about Hell's Lord Xuanyuan Mo Ze crossed his mind.
"This Lord has been waiting for you here for a long time."