Those eyes, once blazing with crimson-gold divine light.
Had now turned an ashen white.
"He" gazed quietly at Zhou Lie.
Without a trace of killing intent.
Yet every hair on Zhou Lie's body stood on end, and cold sweat instantly poured out.
"Human Race..."
"Xiao Yuan" spoke.
His voice was cold to the extreme.
Without a shred of human emotion.
A chill gripped Zhou Lie's heart.
The bloodline mark between his brows flashed wildly.
He sensed something wrong with "Xiao Yuan."
This was not Xiao Yuan at all!
This aura was too vast.
It had already far surpassed the limits this world could withstand.
But so what?
He let out a low roar.
His figure shot forward.
In an instant, he appeared before "Xiao Yuan."
Purple-gold bloodline power gathered furiously around his fist, so powerful that even the void began to tremble faintly.
"Whoever you are, die!"
Zhou Lie's eyes brimmed with killing intent.
He unleashed a punch.
Yet faced with Zhou Lie's punch, which now rivaled an all-out strike at innately great perfection.
"Xiao Yuan" did not even blink.
Within his icy pupils.
There was no reflection of Zhou Lie's rapidly approaching fist.
Just as Zhou Lie's fist came within inches of Xiao Yuan's head.
A faint ripple spread through the void.
Everything stopped.
Zhou Lie's pupils trembled violently.
The horror in his heart had reached an unimaginable height.
The purple-gold divine markings across his body flashed wildly as he pushed the bloodline power deep within him to its limit.
He tried to break free of this uncanny restraint.
But it was futile.
"Xiao Yuan" gazed quietly at Zhou Lie.
"An anomaly from beyond this world."
He spoke.
Those softly uttered words.
Struck Zhou Lie like five thunderbolts crashing down upon him.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.