The Respected Great Martial's voice pierced through the sky and entered Jiang Changsheng's ears.
Jiang Changsheng was enjoying the battle between Ye Xun and the gray-robed old man. From the looks of it, Ye Xun's opponent was indeed strong, but he could not display his strength in front of him.
He glanced at the Respected Great Martial in the distance and nodded.
This indifferent attitude made the Respected Great Martial frown.
Those who did not know better would think that they were here to watch a show, as if they were acquaintances that happened to meet and greet each other.
The Respected Great Martial's eyes flickered with killing intent. He shouted, "Dao Ancestor, leave Great Jing and I will spare your life today."