"Who!"
Gerrit Harris looked up and saw black clouds above him, his whole being falling into extreme shock!
This...
Could it be the legendary...
One Hand Covers the Sky!
Looking at the elder before him, his expression changed immediately.
"Junior Gerrit Harris, greets you, senior!"
Gerrit Harris pressed his hands on the ground, kowtowing vigorously.
He was trembling all over, his face deathly pale.
Beads of sweat as big as beans kept dripping onto the mountain path.
In this vast world, there are not many who can cover the sky with one hand.
Each one is an astonishing figure!
"Do you know my identity?" The Emperor's Master wore a black hood, dressed in a simple cloak.
But the sword in his hand contained boundless power.
"Junior does not know! But seeing your display of Divine Skills, junior recognizes you as a peerless hero!"
Gerrit Harris dared not even breathe, his lips pale, his voice trembling as he spoke.
