"Who dares to insult this saint?" questioned Di Ganming furiously.

As someone who had cultivated for so many years, his patience was supposed to be far beyond a normal person's. As a Great Saint, he stood at the peak of humanity. However, even a God would find such an insult unbearable. When he looked at the source of the voice, he saw three people calmly heading toward them.

The three did not look like they were from the same generation. The one who had spoken was a red-haired middle-aged man with a sturdy body and domineering presence. The bright look in his pair of eyes gave off a feeling that he was old yet unyielding. The second person...