The elder slowly stood up, with his hands clasped behind his back, hunched over as he jumped off the Spirit Boat.
Stepping on the sea surface, he walked calmly as if on solid ground.
Where he passed by,
the surging waves instantly became as still as a mirror.
The noisy splashes also suddenly quieted.
The entire world lost its sound because of his presence.
Only on the shore remained the faint sound of three major demon races subtly swallowing their saliva.
"I am Xuanyang from the Sanqing Mountain."
"This place, we of Taicang State will take."
"You have three breaths to disappear from my sight."
His voice was very calm, very subtle.
Yet, falling into everyone's ears, it was like a muffled thunder, shaking them until they staggered back.
Jiang Fan's face darkened.
How overbearing!
This place is the territory of the Mainland Demon Clan, and yet he makes them leave!
The strong from the Western Sea Demon Clan and East Sea Demon Clan were also full of discontent.
