chapter 177 Father and son are two geniuses

Thirty breaths.

The entire Great Yan King City was in deathly silence, with only the long bells reverberating loudly.

In the Great Yan Palace, in an underground tomb that was listed as a forbidden area, there sat an old man hunched over, exuding a rotten aura and as skinny as a mummy.

"Tianxuan Dao Bell..."

The old man's lifeless eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void, staring in the direction of Tianxuan Tower. His hoarse voice was full of shock.

This...