Bang!
Qi Denian slammed his desk hard, and with a "pfft" sound, spat out a mouthful of blood.
Immediately after, he let out a furious roar, clambered upright, and turned his gaze towards the assailant.
As soon as he saw who it was, his expression drastically shifted, the rage on his face vanishing completely without a trace.
At the door stood four people.
A young man of about thirty years old, accompanied by three elderly men dressed in black.
The one who had struck him just now was one of the elderly men in black.
The aura of the three was like a bottomless abyss, unfathomable and immeasurable.
To think that Qi Denian himself was already in the Late Saint Realm, yet he couldn't even perceive their cultivation levels—it was terrifying to imagine their strength.
But, what truly frightened Qi Denian wasn't these three.
What terrified him the most was the young man.
