"You can call me Xiao Changming. Or you can call me the God of Hunting!" A cool summer breeze brushed past, ruffling his fine hair. His handsome, lean face and tall, straight figure carried a distinctive air.
Chen Shouyi's heart missed a beat. The hairs on his body stood on end, and cold sweat came pouring down.
An invisible aura spread from his body. The air itself seemed restless, oppressively heavy.
It was the instinctive fear of a lower life-form facing a higher one—a Divine Might. To be caught in it was like being a helpless creature confronted by doomsday, overwhelmed by the despair of heaven and earth crumbling apart.
Anyone with a weaker will would go mad.
Though this Divine Might was extremely faint—countless times weaker than the Divine Might he had sensed during the god war in the memory world, and far weaker than that of the God of Courage who had descended to Earth—
Divine Might was still Divine Might.
It declared the other man's identity.
Footsteps sounded in the distance.
Several martial artists, including Sun Ding, were hurrying over.
"Chief Advisor, this man..." Sun Ding began, but swallowed the rest of his words.
All the military martial artists who had come with him stood rigid.
Chen Shouyi's back, forehead, nose, and palms were slick with sweat.
He was filled with regret.
Why did he have to have such sharp ears?
Why had he rushed over so fast?
And why, when they were only supposed to be surrounding and eliminating Xiao Changming, had the God of Hunting shown up?
"Uh... Old... Old Xiao, remember me? I treated you to a meal once!" Chen Shouyi said, forcing himself to sound casual.
"Mortal, as far as I remember, you've never treated me to a meal!" the God of Hunting