War God Asura

"As for, my name is no longer Xing Jue, but Awakening."

"In addition, everyone must have a unified voice in the future. No matter who asks Xingjue, he can tell about my previous events, but tell them that Xingjue has not reappeared since he left the Eastern Region!"

The words of Xing Jue made everyone a little confused. Only Sister Tang Lian knew the cause of the matter, but even so, everyone responded in unison, because they knew that Xing Jue would never harm them.

Seeing everyone's answer, Xing Jue stood tall, and a gust of wind whipped up from where he was now, but his people had long since disappeared.

"Whhhhhhhh..."

After everyone was sluggish for a while, they began to fly into the air and flew towards the outside of the Wuji courtyard. They all wanted to see how Xing Jue would deal with the elder in the dusty city.

At this moment, the Wuji courtyard had already turned into a mess. Both the disciples and the elders were terrified. They watched nervously outside the Wuji courtyard. The yellow-haired old man who could stand in the air without controlling the purple clouds, even his body was violent. Trembling, even some people have quietly escaped from the Promise Courtyard.

They didn't know about the dusty king city, but they knew the strength of the old man. In this world, they could stand up without controlling Zixia, at least the strength of Wuzun Shura.

Just think about the present one, the legendary Shura Wuzun coming to the door, how can they not be afraid, I am afraid that they can be wiped out by the other party.

The old man has yellow hair flying in the wind, and the yellow robe he wears is also very particular, like a robe and armour, possessing the air of a king.

Moreover, he, who was nearly a hundred years old, did possess the strength of the Elementary Asura Wuzun, and he was the elder of the dust-covered city, the person who wounded Hong Qiang.

"Humph"

Looking at the tumultuous disciples and elders in the Wuji courtyard, the elder Huangfa gave a cold snort of disdain, his eyes full of contempt.

He could feel the fear of the disciples and elders of the Promise Courtyard. As long as he thought that such a person would become a subsidiary force of his dusty city, he felt it was simply a shame.

"Huh" But at this moment, a burst of wind suddenly came from the mountains behind the Promise Courtyard. There was no majestic pressure, but it attracted the attention of the old man.

"This breath...the little Promise Academy, there will be such a strong person?"

At this moment, the eyes of the yellow-haired old man became solemn, and an unexpected look appeared on the old face. At this moment, he was tightly locked in the figure that was getting closer and closer, and the closer he got, the more surprised he was.

"It's actually a young man? This..." When the old man saw Xing Jue's face clearly, the surprise on the old man's face turned into a faint shock.

"Swish"

Xing Jue rushed in like light, and stopped in mid-air only kilometers away from the yellow-haired old man.

"Look, it's another Shura Wuzun, this man is such a young man!!!"

"Have you reached Shura Wuzun at such a young age? It's incredible, is this true?"