After destroying the thirteen saints, Jiang Taixu looked over from a distance. His sharp eyes were like two cold lightning bolts, cutting through the void and confronting the unknown existence. After a moment, Jiang Taixu returned to the Hualong Pool.
His white robe was spotless except for a little blood. He looked heroic and had supreme demeanor. No wonder there were so many female monks who admired Jiang Taixu back then.
"God King Ancestor!"
Jiang Yun and others saluted respectfully. Although Jiang Taixu looked very young now, he was a person who lived more than 4,000 years ago, and the seniority could not be messed up.
"Yeah!" Jiang Taixu nodded. He was not very familiar with the people in the Jiang family, but they were all from the same family, so he definitely could not show disrespect to others.
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