They could never have imagined that such a terrifying extraordinary person existed in this world. They often roamed the martial world, yet they had never seen anyone like him—not even heard of one. What in the world was going on?
Could he be the disciple of some immensely powerful ancient monster spoken of in legends, entering the world? Or perhaps some immortal had descended into the world?
But that seemed impossible. There were no immortals in this world; everyone knew that. So why was this happening? What exactly was going on?
For a moment, everyone felt not only that their hearts were in danger, but that panic had seized them. It felt as though even their heads no longer belonged to them.
Chen Xiaofan had merely glanced at them, yet they felt as if they had been seen through by a ferocious beast. If that beast wanted to kill them, it would pounce on them in an instant,
bite off their heads, and leave them to die a most gruesome death.
For a moment, everyone at the scene stood there dumbly, not daring to speak. Except for this Young Master. He was still staring at Chen Xiaofan in baffled bewilderment, unable to understand why his subordinates did not dare seize this man. What was going on?
Why had his subordinates failed? For an entire hour—such a long time—they had been completely unable to drag him even a step, as though his body weighed a thousand jin.
What was going on? Where had such an inconceivable thing come from?
For a moment, this Young Master was shocked pale and utterly unable to believe it. Then he asked his subordinates, and the group answered tremblingly,
"We don't know. We don't know what's going on. When all of our strength was combined, we