White Bone Yuan Chen Dao was one of the most powerful sects at the time, and being a disciple of White Bone Yuan Chen Dao was a source of immense pride.
Among the world, there were those who could oppose White Bone Yuan Chen Dao, but they were very few and could be counted on one hand.
Of course, this man riding on the ox was definitely not among those few.
"Hurry and report to the sect's leader, tell him to hand over Nalan Shiyin within a quarter of an hour, or White Bone Yuan Chen Dao will be wiped out!" A calm voice echoed in the ears of the stern man.
"Such arrogance!" As a disciple guarding White Bone Yuan Chen Dao, although his cultivation level wasn't at the pinnacle, he had a deep-rooted sense of belonging to his sect. Seeing Zheng Ming so arrogant, the man standing to the side, thin as a twig, took to the sky, waving his hand, sending a rolling dark wind sweeping towards the man on the big black ox.
