The skies filled with turbulent clouds.
"Rumble, rumble."
The Immortal Qi seemed enraged, endless layers of clouds rolling, with the Immortal Qi continuously roaring.
A young man's figure slowly stepped out.
The Immortal Robe draped over him, the young man's long hair was as pure white as snow, taking steps in the air on white boots.
The young man's features were so beautiful they appeared almost demonic, like a Direct Immortal, yet also like an Immortal Demon.
Between his brows was a dark mark, pale red as its base, deep red on the surface.
It seemed like a blooming flower.
When this youth appeared, it was as if the Heaven and Earth Power was at his command, Divine Soul covering, Immortal Might rolling.
He looked towards Xu Zimei like this.
At this moment, the Holy Master had already become a corpse, fallen before the Immortal Gate.
And Xu Zimei, after taking a palm strike, was also sent flying.
At this moment, the Immortal Lord looked towards Xu Zimei.
