A wild wind howled, and energy surged.
Invisible Blade Qi slashed through heaven and earth in every direction.
Lu Chen looked as though he had casually swatted a fly to death, without expending the slightest effort. His tall, straight figure radiated an indescribable charm.
The terrifying sight left Shen Lian, who had always harbored grievances and felt that Master had favored Lu Chen, completely dumbstruck.
It was as if he had been struck by five bolts of lightning.
The fourth level of the Spirit Hidden Realm...
The fourth level...
It was even one level higher than him, a man over one hundred and twenty years old...
No wonder Master had made him relinquish the throne of the Pacification Bureau?
No wonder Master had spared no effort to win Lu Chen over?
Was this even human?
This was simply not human!
Only sixteen years old, yet already at the fourth level of the Spirit Hidden Realm!
He was a monster!
All his past incomprehension, all those faint grievances, vanished like smoke in thin air at this moment.
"How are you? Are you all right?"
Lu Chen turned to glance at Shen Lian and said flatly, "If you're fine, don't disturb me. I'm going to seek my opportunity. And those Northern Barbarians are all dead too."
He turned and walked into the distance, deciding to put business first.
Shen Lian suddenly shuddered, finally coming fully to his senses.
"The Northern Barbarians are all dead too? You killed every last one of them?"
"Rubbish. They wanted to kill me, so of course I killed them all. Was I supposed to keep them around for New Year's?" Lu Chen replied without looking back.
"This is bad!"
Shen Lian's expression shifted as he said, "With all those Northern Barbarians suddenly dead, it's bound to cause