Pushing Hands

Shen Changchuan's face was frosty.

His five fingers suddenly tightened, and the Message Talisman in his palm instantly turned to powder.

Immediately after, he did the same with the remaining Message Talismans, sweeping over them with his divine sense.

By the time he had finished reading their contents, that already cold and stern face had darkened to a terrifying degree!

Even he, who was not easily angered, had a faintly livid cast to his face. The temperature in the air even began dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye, as though the very air were about to freeze into ice!

"Courting death!"

Shen Changchuan's gaze sharpened, and a cold gleam flashed in his eyes!

Then, too lazy to read the contents of the remaining Message Talismans, the mighty magical power around him gave a violent tremor. Space itself produced a visible distortion and shockwave, sweeping out with a boom. In the blink of an eye, it shattered every Message Talisman drifting outside the cave abode, reducing them to ash and dust!

"Hmph!"

Shen Changchuan let out a cold snort, flicked his sleeve, and strode into the formation. His figure vanished from sight.

Somewhere unknown in the outside world, a gaze seemed to fade away quietly in the haze.

Back inside the cave abode, Shen Changchuan sat on a stone stool.

By now, his expression had already returned to calm.

Every trace of his earlier fury had vanished, leaving only a chilling indifference that made one's heart tremble.

The contents of those Message Talismans were not anything important.

They were merely a string of abusive curses.

They were filled with all kinds of insults—saying he was fishing for fame, that he feared exposing his true level and so had become a turtle hiding in its shell, that he did