But the Four Seasons Pavilion was no insignificant faction. Its three Heavenly Realm powerhouses made this place as impregnable as a fortress of iron.
Qin Han, standing before him, was even more unfathomable. Supposedly, no one knew his true origins.
Thus, the Black Wind Sect Master could only endure.
The stalemate had dragged on until now, and his belly had long been full of pent-up anger.
Now, just as he was finally about to make some progress, an unknown young man in purple robes suddenly barged in, declaring that he wanted to question the Four Seasons Pavilion Master first.
As a Martial Way powerhouse from the Depths of the Nether Domain, how could he possibly stomach that?
And so, the Black Wind Sect Master refused on the spot.
He had intended to seize this opportunity to vent his accumulated anger on the newcomer, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the other man was a Martial Way powerhouse already approaching the threshold of the Divine Realm!
Beneath those five fingers, the oppressive aura the Black Wind Sect Master relied on was instantly crushed. The situation changed in a heartbeat, and his life hung by a thread!
The Heavenly Realm aura loomed like mountains and seas, effortlessly forcing all the surging Spirit Power in his body back down.
By comparison, it was even more terrifying than the Nether Domain's two renowned peak Heavenly Realm powerhouses!
Crack! Crack!
Under that crushing pressure, the Black Wind Sect Master's skull began to make horrifying sounds of splintering bone. Scarlet spread through his eyes as blood vessels burst, and terror consumed him!
"My lord! It was a moment of folly! Please spare my life!!"
He knew perfectly well that only a hair's breadth separated him from death. All his earlier bravado vanished,