The teacup in the old man's hand rippled. His expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly let out a chuckle. As expected, people weren't so easy to fool. At once his eyes narrowed, and from that slovenly body burst forth a wave of formless oppression.
The formless oppression that flashed and vanished felt like a great mountain crashing down, yet also like locust branches swaying uncertainly in a torrential downpour.
"Crack, crack!"
In just an instant, every inch of Su Mu's skin, every bit of flesh and blood, every tendon and bone tightened abruptly as if facing a deadly enemy. When the formless oppression disappeared, a fine layer of sweat beaded out from his hair and skin.
"You don't fear me?"
"I don't. You won't kill me..." Su Mu met the old man's tightly furrowed brows; from beginning to end he had never sensed the slightest killing intent from the person before him.
"Give me time, and I will definitely surpass you."
