The suddenly appearing figure, covered head to toe in mud, possessed strength so terrifying that the young martial artists present were like ants before him. If he wanted to crush them to death, it would be effortless!
Jiang Li, who had been so proud just moments ago, no longer showed the slightest trace of arrogance beneath that overwhelming aura. There was only boundless terror.
As the most outstanding disciple among the Jiang Clan's younger generation, he had met the Jiang Family's ancestor, Jiang Yuanzhen, on many occasions and had even received his guidance several times.
Yet in his perception, the terror of the man before him was scarcely any different from that of Jiang Yuanzhen, the Jiang Family's ancestor!
At that moment, the man seemed to grow impatient. With a trace of madness in his voice, he demanded, "Speak! What happened to Shaolin Temple?"
Jiang Li was, after all, a descendant of the Human Emperor and the Jiang Clan's most outstanding young disciple. He had seen great occasions before. Hearing that something was wrong with the strange man's tone, he immediately forced himself to calm down and recounted the entire sequence of events.
Once he had finished, the strange man suddenly stood there in a daze. The terrifying aura around him completely dissipated, but his body began to tremble. At last, he threw back his head and laughed wildly. Boundless madness and fury filled that laughter, and in an instant, the previously clear night sky was covered by endless dark clouds and thunderstorms, as though the world itself were ending.
Still laughing, the strange man stepped into the air and departed. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished, and the apocalyptic scene vanished with him.
Everyone present stood frozen. Only after a long while did someone stammer, "A...