"Alright, then let's start with this kid!" Gray-robed elder nodded. He nodded his head, and his face was filled with a bloodthirsty look.
The gray-robbed elder suddenly locked his eyes on the Young Lord of the Zhao Family, Zhao Feng, who was standing in the middle of the Zhao family's crowd.
"Swoosh!"
His figure flickered and shook suddenly. Then, his skinny left hand grabbed towards Zhao Feng in an instant.
Such speed and terrifying cultivation base was not something Zhao Zetian and the others could withstand. Zhao Feng was about to be grabbed. All of a sudden, a powerful energy suddenly rushed over and struck the gray-robed elder's skinny sharp claw.
"Bang!"
Along with this rapid collision, the gray-robed elder's body trembled violently. In the next moment, he was forced to step backward.
The gray-robed elder finally stopped after he had retreated a few dozen steps back. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it.
