A man descended from the sky. He wore a white robe and had a youthful appearance, looking like he was probably around his 30s. However, all the hair on his head was a brilliant white.
“Father.” Tyrus greeted him respectfully.
Langston swiftly descended from the sky, appearing in front of Void Sect’s powerhouse.
“This.”
The Void Sect elder was stunned by Langston’s speed and took a few steps backward.
“A Supernatural?”
The Void Sect’s powerhouse stared at Langston in disbelief.
Langston stared at him and said, “What were you saying just now? You think you can step on us because there aren’t any strong martial artists in Sol?”
“H-Have you reached the Supernatural rank?”
Having sensed Langston’s energy, the other man grew anxious and fear crept up on his face.
Langston did not answer his question. Instead, he slowly approached him one step at a time. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think that there aren’t any other strong martial artists in Sol. I simply do not bother involving myself in trivial spats by youngsters.”
Being addressed by Langston made it feel like an oppressive force was bearing down on him. It made the formidable man short of breath and beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
A Supernatural martial artist… The person before him had reached the Supernatural rank!
He was stunned.
In the Sealed Realm, people who had reached this rank were seen as peerless.
The Void Sect’s head was also a Supernatural.
He never expected a martial artist from outside the Sealed Realm to have reached the Supernatural rank with such scarce Spiritual Energy.
Under the pressure of Langston’s terrifying energy, the elderly man did not even dare to breathe.
Langston withdrew his energy and walked toward James.
Seeing the injuries on James’ body gradually healing themselves, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He did not leave and guarded James as he mended his wounds.
The whole area became dead silent.
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