Rumble.

The stone door of the retreat room slowly opened.

Lin Beichen walked out of it.

"Um?"

He immediately felt the hostile and coercive atmosphere outside. He couldn't help but frown, his eyes fell on Zhenlong, and he said in an unkind tone: "Who are you?"

Zhenlong said directly: "I am the Eighth Blood Demon Point Senior Brother Zhenlong. I am waiting for you here under the orders of my master. The master's decree calls you to go..."

"Stop it."

Lin Beichen stared at him and said: "Since you are here to convey a message, why are you acting like this? I don't care who you are, you have to pay the price for releasing such a coercive atmosphere and being arrogant and domineering in our headquarters."

Zhenlong couldn't help but sneer.

How dare a young man who is proud of himself for a moment dare to be so trustworthy?

He suddenly raised his head and stared into Lin Beichen's eyes, his cultivation was running fast, and he was about to release the pressure and teach this young boy a lesson.

But at this moment, an overwhelming terrifying coercion burst out from Lin Beichen's eyes, rushing towards his face, instantly disintegrating all Zhenlong's momentum. He was so shocked that all thoughts in his heart were despaired, and there was only endless hope.

The panic was like a vast ocean, seeming to drown me.

This kind of power...

The ancestral realm!

This is clearly a level of power that only Master has.

Zhenlong was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!