They were dressed in pale gold robes, about 30 years old, with majestic faces, long hairs floating before their chests. There were waves of powerful Qi, swaying around their bodies, and even distorting the sunlight around them.

All the nominal disciples were so nervous that they breathed slightly.

Ding Hao felt like he choked, as if three ancient mountains were in front of him.

The ice Qi in his lower dantian and the fire Qi in his middle dantian ...