As soon as he emerged, the powerful pressure instantly covered a hundred meters around, an invisible oppression made people unable to stop their legs from trembling.
The people of the Ouyang Family felt the ancestor's anger and, regardless of whether they were in the midst of battle or just watching, all knelt to the ground, kowtowing, not daring to make any moves or even look up.
Even the guards fighting with Gu Ming felt this familiar pressure, nearly dropping their knives in fright, allowing Gu Ming's group to take the opportunity to kill several of them.
Ouyang Ancestor, in a gray robe, was tall and thin, the wrinkles on his neck were distinct, but his facial skin didn't look so old, like a man in his sixties or seventies. There were slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, yet he didn't appear withered, giving an indescribable sense of discord.
