Ox Head was utterly stunned.
This man's martial arts, this power... were simply like those of a ghost or god!
He had not even moved from where he stood!
Four Anti-Four Gates brothers had their heads sent flying in an instant. He himself had been slashed once, and the most terrifying part was... he knew perfectly well that the strike had not killed him because the other man had deliberately spared him!
Otherwise, at this very moment, his head would have gone the same way as those four men's!
Realm of No Gates... They were both in the Realm of No Gates... Why couldn't there be more detailed levels!?
How the hell was he supposed to judge how strong the other side was!?
At that moment, his mind raced at top speed.
Last time, he had witnessed his Lightness Skill. This time, he had witnessed his martial arts. That meant... standing before him now, he could not escape even if he wanted to!
He could not!
Ox Head looked at the old bastard.
He was neither tall nor broad, but rather skinny, with a sharp, monkey-like face, two strands of goatee... and a crafty, sinister smirk all over his face.
This bastard had been playing us from the very beginning!
But Ox Head immediately discovered something even more terrifying: his mask had been knocked off.
He nervously touched his face, panicked at once, and turned to search for his mask.
Ming Disha said, "It's right here. You're clearly quite handsome, so why wear a beast mask?"
Ox Head watched as Ming Disha held his mask in one hand, tossing it up and down for fun.
His voice was low, and beneath that low tone lay terror, even a trace of grim resolve.
"Senior... who exactly are you?"
Ming Disha smiled.