章節 830: Intense Fight

The falling snow was rustling…

In mid-air, a man, whose age could not be discerned, curbed his aura without releasing even the slightest fluctuation. He wore a black robe and had a mask of an evil ghost on his face, making him look extremely hideous.

After hearing what Ou Yangming said, the black-robed man's pupils shrunk inward. He was appalled as if monstrous waves were surging in his heart. 'I'm a Venerable One. How could a little Spiritualist have noticed me?'

Even though that was what he was thinking, he still assimilated his aura into the universe without moving an inch.