Yan Rufeng smiled slightly, not taking the incoming person seriously at all.
"Elder Sect Master Tang, long time no see."
Tang Liben was suddenly taken aback on the spot, thinking to himself, "Why does this person's voice sound so familiar?"
Fixing his gaze, he saw only a green robe fluttering gently in the wind, accentuated by the sword gleam suspended in mid-air, unusually dazzling.
With a Purple Gold Crown on his head and a face as fair as jade, Yan Rufeng was valiant and dashing, ethereal like a heavenly god.
However, this person, who seemed harmless to both humans and animals and made countless young girls infatuated, was feared by all the Immortals within the Ten Thousand Great Realms.
Tang Liben, who was drenched in cold sweat, was suddenly terrified.
"Yan, Emperor Yan! Why is it you?"
"Tang Liben, are you scared just seeing me?"
Without anger yet imposing, Yan Rufeng's body trembled slightly, and a wave of murderous intent suddenly emanated from him.