Pfft!
Huang and Zhan Yuan both let out muffled groans, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. The terrifying Sword Intent blasted them back several miles, sending them tumbling miserably out of the void.
"What terrifying Sword Intent! What tyrannical spiritual pressure!" Huang wiped the blood from his lips, the arrogance in his eyes instantly replaced by deep shock. The Ancient Witch Soul he had always been so proud of had proved as fragile as papier-mâché before that cold snort.
Zhan Yuan gripped his trembling saber tightly and drew a deep breath, his tone more solemn than ever. "We underestimated him. His strength far exceeds our estimates. In that strike just now, he did not even use his full power. It was merely a warning."
The two exchanged a glance and saw the awe in each other's eyes. They completely abandoned any thoughts of hostility or probing. On this Starry Sky Ancient Road, where the strong reigned supreme, the strength Chu Tian had displayed had earned their absolute respect.
"Come, let us pay our respects at the gate." Huang put away his wild bearing and straightened his robes.
"My thoughts exactly." Zhan Yuan nodded. The two turned into streaks of light and flew of their own accord toward the main gate of the Human Race camp.
Outside the command tent of the Human Race camp.
Chu Tian stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Huang and Zhan Yuan descend from the heavens. Behind him, the phantom of a supreme God and Devil faintly appeared—half blazing with brilliant golden light, half wreathed in monstrous demonic flames. Though the phantom stood there in silence, the pressure it exuded solidified the very void throughout the camp.
Huang and Zhan Yuan entered the camp, and the moment they saw Chu