Lin Langtian's voice was not loud, yet it seemed like an invisible decree of pardon, instantly stripping Leng Xuan and the others of all warmth and air around them.
Sunlight poured over Myriad Manifestations Square, yet it could not dispel the bone-chilling cold that arose from the depths of their souls.
At this moment, that cold did not come from the dark-blue chill of the Northern Desert Leng Family, but from that figure standing there seemingly calmly, as though capable of swallowing heaven and earth.
Leng Xuan's expression shifted unpredictably, with a trace of disbelief mingling across his sinister face.
He stared fixedly at Lin Langtian, trying to see through the depths of this young man who had suddenly descended.
This man seemed extremely familiar with those from this Lower Plane, yet his strength was certainly beyond anything an ordinary person from a Lower Plane could possess.
"Who exactly are you, sir? Why are you interfering with the affairs of my Northern Desert Leng Family?" Leng Xuan asked darkly, his voice dry.
"This is an internal matter of my Northern Desert Leng Family, involving this Lower Plane. Your rash intervention is hardly wise! My Leng Family is not some nameless force in the Great Thousand World!" He tried to invoke his family's name, both as a warning and a probe.
Lin Langtian's gaze was indifferent, as though he had not heard him at all. His eyes passed directly over Leng Xuan and landed upon the two attendants behind him, who stood like ice sculptures and had earlier effortlessly crushed the Heavenly Mansion experts.
The two men possessed cold, condensed auras. They were Sixth-grade Supremes, already no weaklings in the Great Thousand World and supreme experts on the Heavenly Profound Continent, yet in Lin Langtian's eyes, they were no different from