Zhou Ming swept his gaze over the sixteen greedy faces outside, as though he had not felt their burning stares at all.
He turned his head and looked at Hongchu and Cang Xuan.
"Step back first."
Only then did he slowly turn to face Red Skies True Lord and the others.
He calmly regarded the sixteen Da Luo True Realm cultivators and asked a question.
"Just you?"
Those two words were light as a feather, without the slightest trace of aggression.
Yet they were like a basin of cold water poured straight over the heads of Red Skies True Lord and the others.
The feverish atmosphere faltered.
What did he mean?
From that tone, did he... think there weren't enough of us?
The smile on Red Skies True Lord's face froze.
He stared fixedly at Zhou Ming, a flicker of anger crossing his eyes.
He had seen arrogance before, but never arrogance like this.
Death was staring this man in the face, and he still dared to boast so shamelessly?
"Good. Very good."
Red Skies True Lord was so furious that he laughed.
"Let's see just what you're capable of, to dare say such a thing!"
"Everyone, there's no need to hold back!"
"Strike with everything you have and suppress all three of them!"
At his command, the stalled formation began operating again.
Sixteen utterly different laws of the Great Dao erupted in full at that moment.
The net of laws contracted, and the void warped.
A terrifying pressure, enough to suffocate even someone at the peak of the Fusion Dao Period, bore down from every direction on Zhou Ming at the center of the formation.
Hongchu's and Cang Xuan's expressions changed, and they immediately marshaled all their Magic Power to resist.
But Zhou Ming did not even move.