The void trembled, Gang Wind howled, and more than a dozen figures clad in various-colored Daoist robes, their auras as deep and heavy as abysses, came closing in from all directions amid a sea of spiritual radiance.
Each figure radiated the terrifying pressure unique to Integration Stage cultivators. Layer upon layer of Spiritual power barriers completely sealed off this stretch of airspace, twisting and throwing even the light into disarray.
Su Fan stood at the center of the void, his robes stirring without any wind.
He gazed at those faces—some ferocious, some cold, some greedy—and the corner of his mouth curled into a bone-chilling sneer.
There was not the slightest hint of fear in his eyes, only careless indifference.
I hadn't wanted to get involved in your mess. Who knew you'd insist on dragging me into it?
At that thought, a cold gleam surged in Su Fan's eyes. The indifference in his gaze completely faded, leaving behind only bone-chilling killing intent.
You brought this on yourselves. Don't blame me for being ruthless.
Before the thought had even faded, Su Fan was already moving.
He did not gather power with earth-shaking momentum. He merely raised his right hand slowly, his fingertip drooping slightly as his gaze locked onto the nearest cultivator, who was charging toward him with a ferocious grin.
He slightly bent his fingertip and flicked it gently.
The movement was as casual as flicking dust from his shoulder, yet it carried a composure that made one's heart tremble.
"Whoosh..."
A sharp, ear-piercing sound of something tearing through the air suddenly exploded, wrapped in extreme Yin chill that seemed capable of freezing and splitting one's eardrums.
A sinister flame the size of a bean shot from his fingertip.
The flame was a ghastly, deathly white, with strands of Gray-black Mist