Song Kunlun walked neither quickly nor slowly, his steps clear and measured. Each step landed on the ground with a muffled thud, as if hitting the heart like a relentless punch, making one involuntarily feel a tightness in the chest.
With every step Song Kunlun took, his aura seemed to grow stronger. From the moment Song Yun first laid eyes on him to the moment he entered the hall, a distance of about ten steps, Song Kunlun's aura had doubled.
If Song Kunlun had been just a majestic mountain earlier, then now, he was like Mount Everest, his overwhelming presence so intense that even Song Yun felt oppressed.
Song Kunlun was indeed a master.
Of course, Song Yun was very certain that Song Kunlun was just an ordinary master, probably around the middle rank on the War God List. However, there was no denying that Song Kunlun's level had reached a point that even Song Yun had to look up to.
Level and combat power are two different things.
