Chapter 927: Had the Human Race Already Grown This Strong?

When the white-bearded old man crashed down onto the battlefield, the two Eighth-Turn Tribulation experts seemed to lose the pillar holding them up. In an instant, they could no longer keep Zhu Yunsong suppressed. The tide of battle flipped on the spot. Zhu Yunsong felt as if a veil had been torn away, revealing a sliver of heaven's decree. Laughter burst from his throat before he could stop it. "Good kid. Beautifully done!" "Kill him! Kill him!" On the ground, the Ninth-Turn Tribulation white-bearded...