At the moment he heard this voice, Li Chen's entire body suddenly froze.
This abrupt sensation was so intense that even An Qin, who was being supported by Li Chen, could feel it.
An Qin noticed that at this moment, Li Chen's face had suddenly become extraordinarily grim.
Based on the voice alone, An Qin could tell it must belong to an old man. However, the appearance of an old man often meant little. For martial artists, altering their appearance was something they could achieve with mere thought.
An ordinary old man clearly wouldn't be able to cause such a reaction in Li Chen.
Indeed, an ordinary old man couldn't possibly make Li Chen like this. But it was obvious that this newcomer wasn't just some ordinary elder.
Looking in the direction of the figures he had initially killed, Li Chen tightened his grip on Red Moon. So much so, that even the blade trembled slightly.
A figure slowly emerged from the flying dust that had yet to settle.
