WHOOSH...
The biting cold wind howled, stirring fine ripples across the water's surface.
Chen Sheng hovered in mid-air, his calm gaze falling upon the black-canopied boat bobbing gently on the waves below, and upon the horrified, pale faces on board. The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
"You all seem to be in quite a hurry. Where might you be headed?"
Elder Wang's heart trembled violently, sinking completely into the abyss.
Chen Sheng's strength was enough to crush a peak Profound Mastery expert.
On their side, besides himself—an early-stage Profound Mastery cultivator—the strongest was Zhang Daoming at the late-stage Innate realm. More than half of the rest were merely Foundation Establishment Martial Masters.
Before a man like him, what was this meager strength of theirs but that of ants?
Without a doubt, they didn't stand a sliver of a chance.
For a moment, the waters for hundreds of feet around them seemed to freeze solid.
