The red haired old man floated in midair while the Grand Elder and Qian Yan stood before him.

At this moment, Qian Yan’s left arm was gone, and the cut on his shoulder was flat like a mirror while blood was still dripping down from it. There wasn’t that much rage and resentment on his face anymore because it was mostly replaced by fear and terror.

“He has gotten stronger!” The Grand Elder spoke in a low voice, “Moreover, he has that mysterious woman and 2 Half-Saint ...