Fang Mo's body began to tremble slightly.
At such close range, the oppressive aura emanating from the man before him made every hair on Fang Mo's body stand on end. An unprecedented sense of mortal danger surged into his heart.
He had never encountered such a powerful aura before.
So far, aside from his master and the others, the most powerful being he had encountered was the Spirit of the Pen at the Klein level in Shangjing City. But compared to the man before him, the Spirit of the Pen's aura was pitifully weak.
Both were Klein—how could the gap be so vast?
His beastly instincts made Fang Mo want to retreat at once, but at that moment, a powerful pressure of realm descended upon his shoulders, locking him firmly in place and leaving him unable to move an inch.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from his forehead and quickly froze into frost. He stared fixedly at the man before him, his leg muscles taut. Even with all his strength, he could only keep himself from collapsing to his knees.
Though he was a God's Agent, he was ultimately still a fledgling whose wings had not fully grown. As a Pond-level agent, he had no ability whatsoever to fight back against a Klein-level God's Agent.
"Come to think of it, I've never killed a Great Xia God's Agent before." The man narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, and casually pointed toward Fang Mo's brow as he sneered. "If I kill you, the Great Xia Gods should be quite angry, shouldn't they?"
Fang Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.
Whoosh—!!
A streak of sword light howled through the wind and snow, precisely slashing toward the man's wrist. His eyes narrowed, and he rapidly stepped half a pace back.
But