Quiet.
Not the slightest sound existed between heaven and earth!
Deathly silence.
Within that deathly silent world, the Scar-faced Big Man in the sky watched everything unfold on the island. He watched those two jade-white fingers clamp the blade without budging, watched his second brother struggle comically like a clown.
At this moment,
chills ran through his heart, and it felt as though his heart had plunged into an ice cave. Boundless cold surged into his mind!
Since entering the cultivation world, he had never witnessed such a scene!
It left him helpless,
every muscle in his body frozen stiff, unable to move in the slightest. Even his blood seemed to have solidified within him.
"How... how is this possible?!"
All the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away.
The figure on the island was neither tall nor remarkable in appearance, yet at this moment, he filled the Scarred Big Man with boundless terror!
In the past, the Scarred Big Man had always believed fear had nothing to do with him.
But at this moment,
he deeply and truly experienced the terror of a heart falling into a pitch-black abyss where one could not see one's own hand!
He knew better than anyone the power of his brother's slash.
Even if he himself faced that strike, he might not have been able to take it without injury!
Yet this nameless kid, whom he had thought had exhausted his True Essence, had done it.
And he had done so with only two fingers.
He had effortlessly drained away all the power of that slash, steadily pinching the blade between his fingers without moving an inch!
Such a sight
either meant his mind had gone wrong and he was hallucinating,
or they had provoked a terrifying existence they absolutely