At the spectator seats, an old man nodded without trace.

"You little thief Xiao Yi." The old man shouted angrily.

"This is a gathering of hundreds of families in the hidden world, and it is also a grand event for our hidden world forces. Do we allow you, a secular person, to come and cause trouble and offend our hidden world majesty?"

"Come here, get him for me."

"Yes." Behind the old man, several elders jumped out instantly, at extremely fast speeds.

Judging from his aura, he is definitely a powerful person in the Saint Realm.

"Feng Family?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, and then sneered, "A few first- and second-level saints dare to stop me?"

Clang…

The purple lightning in his hand was chopped down with a sword.

The purple electric light drew a purple lightning arc in the air.

The sword fell, and several old men were instantly cut into pieces.

"Huh? How is that possible?" The old man looked shocked.

All the warriors around them also widened their eyes, and instantly subconsciously released their perceptions.

"Huh? Ten thousand legendary realms, one level of saintly realm?"

"How is it possible? This kid is 27 or 8 years old and has become a legend?"

"Such a young Saint-level swordsman?"
Chapter completed!