Bai Ya merely exuded a trace of his aura, but Lu Ming felt a chill all over his body. With his current cultivation, facing Bai Ya was like an ant facing an elephant. He had no way of resisting.
Terrifying, extremely terrifying!
This was Lu Ming's feeling. He had a feeling that if white teeth wanted to attack him, he could kill him with a snap of his fingers. This was something that neither the ancestral Dragon nor the non-human race's divine ancestor felt.
Lu Ming was even more shocked!
An existence like white tooth had actually been sealed here, unable to leave for generations.
Also, the owner of the White teeth, Jing Yu, was definitely even more powerful. Yet, he was killed by someone. How powerful must their enemy be?
Also, there were many Cursed Lands in netherworld mountain. Were they also the means of their enemies?
Many thoughts flashed through Lu Ming's mind.