When one who had attained the Dao flew into a rage and unleashed his spirit, it was enough to stir changes in the heavens, throw the four seasons into disorder. It was far beyond what Su Baobao, with merely middling-to-low Celestial Human combat strength, could withstand.
What was more, Xiang Yang had suppressed his cultivation, compressing an aura that could have erupted across a radius of ten li into a tiny room. Its power rose by another thirty percent, frightening Su Baobao on the spot. His legs trembled, and he nearly wet himself.
Su Baobao hailed from the Su Family of the Imperial Capital in Shenzhou. He had been protected by the elders of his Lineage since childhood, and by the time he grew up, his martial arts had already reached a measure of accomplishment. Moreover, because of his temperament, he had always planned before acting. Having lived to this age, he had truly never encountered any real danger.
Yet now, facing Xiang Yang's blade-sharp eyes and his surging aura like raging waves and billowing tides, Su Baobao experienced for the first time what it meant to stand at death's threshold. For the rest of his life, he never wanted to experience it a second time.
"Sub... ordinate... obeys... the order."
The words came out one by one. Su Baobao was drenched in sweat, his entire body flushed crimson. Only by mobilizing all his blood and qi, condensing them like a pill, had he managed to break through Xiang Yang's demonic-god-like pressure and force out those words. He had lowered his head.
The moment those words left his mouth, Xiang Yang's killing intent and aura abruptly withdrew, as though nothing had happened. His face still wore a faint smile, sunny and amiable in appearance, leaving bitterness in Su Baobao's heart.