Inside the rundown wooden hut!
The Bear Knife floated in mid-air, radiating a misty earthy yellow glow. Within that glow appeared a powerful figure, exuding a strong oppressive aura from the hazy silhouette.
"Zhou Xiaotian!"
Old Man Lan seemed extremely familiar with Zhou Xiaotian and immediately recognized the figure. Xiao Tian hovered in mid-air like a sun, with a powerful pressure akin to a mountain, suffocating anyone present.
Zhou Feng, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly cried out in pain from the pressure. Dragging the broken bed along, he crashed to the ground, his limbs unable to resist.
The Inner Qi within Zhou Feng's body was circulating wildly. A faint blue halo and a white chill emanated from him.
With a cracking sound, Zhou Feng barely lifted his legs before crushing two stone slabs underfoot. His shoulders trembled as he supported himself on the ground, standing in an unsteady horse stance. Even so, it was his limit.
