"Retreat!"
The man turned to flee, but Ren Changsheng's pointing finger gathered its force completely. Although the finger bore no sense of imminent danger, it struck unspeakable terror in the man's heart.
That finger, it carried the breath of death.
How many years had it been?
Ever since he advanced to the half-step of Chaotic Power, hardly anyone could pose a threat to his life. Today, he felt the urgent proximity of death once again.
"Trying to leave? Do you think you can escape?"
Ren Changsheng's icy voice echoed in the man's mind. Hearing this voice, the man's face drastically changed. In that moment, he felt that finger had completely locked onto him.
He wanted to back away, yet he found there was nowhere to retreat to. No matter where he tried to flee, that finger could land upon him at any time, and he could not escape Ren Changsheng's pointed finger.
"Who is he? How can he be so powerful!"
