As he spoke, Ning Jiang's eyes snapped open. At that instant, the very air before him seemed to brighten, his gaze holding an invincible conviction.
'If a god blocks my path, I'll kill the god; if a buddha blocks my path, I'll kill the buddha!'
He took a single step forward, a move of profound mystery.
He stood at the center of the seven prodigies' imposing auras, where a single move could set everything into motion. Enveloped by their pressure, an ordinary person wouldn't dare to walk, let alone move a finger, for fear of provoking a Thunderbolt strike from the seven. But Ning Jiang ignored them all, taking a leisurely step forward.
"Hm?"
When Ning Jiang took that step, the expressions of all seven prodigies changed in unison.
