"I can't imagine that you have broken through nine grades at a young age!" The hoarse voice of the black robe man was full of shock. He had been repaired at the beginning of the Eight Styles, but was completely suppressed until he reached the peak of the Eight Styles. With his skill, he could not overcome it. He realized that the young people in front of him were the strength of the Nine Styles.

"Ancient, if you start, don't blame me me for my rudeness!" Zhao Tiezhu said in a cold voice that he and Ancient Hell knew the treasure map. Who else could the people in front of...