Zhou Ming swept his gaze over the sixteen greedy faces outside, as though he had not noticed their burning stares at all.
He turned his head and looked at Hongchu and Cangxuan.
"Step back first."
Only then did he slowly turn to face True Lord Chixiao and the others.
He looked calmly at the sixteen Great Luo True Realm cultivators and asked a single question.
"Just you?"
Those two words were light and casual, without the slightest trace of aggression.
Yet they landed like a bucket of cold water dumped over True Lord Chixiao and the others.
The feverish atmosphere faltered.
What did he mean?
From his tone, did he think... there weren't enough of us?
The smile froze on True Lord Chixiao's face.
He stared fixedly at Zhou Ming, a flicker of anger crossing his eyes.
He had seen arrogant men before, but never anyone this arrogant.
With death staring him in the face, he still dared to boast like this?
"Good. Very good."
True Lord Chixiao laughed in his fury.
"Let's see just what you're capable of, to dare say something like that!"
"Everyone, hold nothing back!"
"Strike with all your strength and subdue all three of them!"
At his command, the stalled formation began moving again.
Sixteen entirely different Great Dao Laws erupted in full at that moment.
The net of laws contracted, and space twisted.
A terrifying pressure, enough to suffocate even a Peak Dao Fusion Stage cultivator, bore down on Zhou Ming at the center of the formation from every direction.
Hongchu's and Cangxuan's expressions changed, and they immediately summoned all their magical power to resist.
But Zhou Ming did not even move.
He simply stood there quietly, letting that world-destroying pressure engulf him.
He raised his hand.
Clenched it into a fist.
Then he