Shi Feng looked down from above at the hundred Supreme powerhouses below, that trace of disdainful, icy smile still on his face. For a moment, he did not speak.
And as he did not speak, not a single person below made a sound either; they only stared at him, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth grew stifling and oppressive.
Within Gue Mountain, many people even already felt that they could hardly breathe.
After a while, a gust of Qingfeng blew over. Shi Feng's long black hair drifted slightly in the wind as he spoke:
"You people do have some guts, daring to gather here at this Gue Mountain to fight to the death against I, the Demon Lord. To be honest, I do rather admire you lot who aren't afraid of dying."
As Shi Feng's voice fell, Gue Mountain still remained utterly silent.
