An elder emerged from within the Wanxiang Auction, extremely imposing, immediately launching a large palm to suppress the intruder.
In his opinion, whoever dared to cause trouble at the Wanxiang Auction must be suppressed first.
However, this time, he was mistaken.
Below, fifty Venerables were furious, unleashing terrifying auras like God Demons, rushing upward.
Boom!
Without any suspense, the large palm condensed from the sound wave was shattered instantly, and the elder was struck like a kite, spitting blood as he flew backward.
"Elder!"
Many martial artists exclaimed, soaring into the air, but they froze upon witnessing the scene below.
It was a terrifying sight: fifty Venerables gathered together, as if an Ancient Demon God had been reborn, their power reaching its peak.
And at the forefront of these people stood a youth in a blue robe, like a king.
"Whoever is in charge, come out!"
Lin Xuan's voice resounded, echoing in all directions.
