Lin Langtian's voice was not loud, yet it was like an invisible decree of pardon, instantly stripping Leng Xuan and the others of the warmth and air around them.
Sunlight spilled across Myriad Elephant Plaza, yet it could not dispel the bone-deep chill that rose from the depths of their souls.
At this moment, the chill did not come from the Mo Bei Leng Family's icy blue cold aura, but from that figure standing calmly before them, as though he could devour heaven and earth.
Leng Xuan's expression shifted unpredictably, and a trace of disbelief mingled with the malice on his gloomy face.
He stared fixedly at Lin Langtian, trying to gauge the depths of this young man who had suddenly appeared.
This person seemed extremely familiar with the people of this Lower Plane, but his strength was definitely beyond that of any ordinary person from a Lower Plane.
"Who exactly are you, sir? Why are you stopping the Mo Bei Leng Family from conducting our affairs?" Leng Xuan asked with a dark expression, his voice dry.
"This is a private matter of the Mo Bei Leng Family, involving this Lower Plane. Your rash interference is hardly wise! My Leng Family is not some nameless faction in the Great Thousand World!" He attempted to invoke his family's name, both as a warning and a probe.
Lin Langtian's gaze was indifferent, as though he had not heard him. His eyes passed directly over Leng Xuan and landed on the two attendants behind him, who stood like Ice Sculptures and had easily crushed the Heavenly Mansion's Experts earlier.
The two radiated cold, heavy auras. They were Sixth Grade Supremes, already far from weak in the Great Thousand World and absolute peak figures in the Tianxuan Continent. Yet in Lin Langtian's eyes, they