The air fell silent in an instant.
Everyone looked at Chu Tian with pity. In their eyes, this mortal who did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth was finished for good today.
Chu Tian slowly turned around.
There was not a trace of fear on his face, covered in dust and fine wounds. He raised his head slightly, his golden-black eyes, having regained a sliver of vitality, coldly fixed on the richly dressed young man before him.
That gaze was so calm that not a ripple stirred within it.
As though he were looking at a dead man.
Making a Name with One Punch, First Showing His Edge
"What kind of look is that?!"
The richly dressed young man's heart inexplicably trembled beneath Chu Tian's utterly indifferent gaze, as if some dormant Primordial Fierce Beast had fixed its eyes upon him. Yet the feeling vanished in a flash, replaced by towering fury at having been offended by a "mortal."
"You lowborn wretch who doesn't know what's good for you! It is your fortune that this young master has taken a liking to your things. Since you are courting death, I'll grant your wish!"
With a sinister grin, the richly dressed young man erupted with the pressure of the early Mythical Realm. The cultivators standing in line nearby changed expression and cried out as they hurriedly retreated, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.
He raised his right hand, a blaze of scarlet fire igniting in his palm. Carrying terrifying force enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, it slammed fiercely toward Chu Tian's chest. If this strike landed, let alone a mortal, even an Emperor Venerable Realm cultivator would be instantly reduced to pulp.
"That kid is done for."
"Of all people to provoke, he