บท 824: Seven treasure glazed tile Supreme Saint body (1)

"Stop!" The old man's name was Wan Long, a very domineering name. He was in the middle of cultivating when he noticed that someone had barged in and even dared to attack the WAN family disciples. He was like a lion that had just woken up and roared.

The aura of a seventh level combat venerable erupted from his body.

Like the sun rising to the sky, it enveloped the entire underground space.

With a flash of his body, he had already arrived above the WAN family disciples.

Looking at the soul blades that were slashing toward them, they attacked in anger. They mobilized their spiritual energy to form a green curtain above their heads, trying to protect the WAN family disciples below.

He was thinking too much.

He didn't have the qualifications to protect the WAN family.

Or rather, he was too weak.