What a bizarre scene!
Attack after attack floated around Jiang Feng, as though frozen in midair.
And Jiang Feng stood calmly at the very center, serene as drifting clouds and gentle winds.
Before the little old man's astonished eyes, Jiang Feng raised a hand and gave it a light wave. Every attack around him dissipated, vanishing into nothingness.
Then Jiang Feng smiled faintly, and an immense killing intent directly enveloped the little old man.
The Slaughter God Heart had been forged into godhood through slaughter itself. With Jiang Feng's current cultivation, once he revealed killing intent, even experts of the Heavenly God Realm would sense it.
The little old man felt as if he had fallen into a sea of blood. Terror instantly consumed his mind.
"Y-you... who exactly are you?"
The little old man could not understand it. The other party was clearly only at the seventh level of the True God Realm—why was he this powerful!?
Facing Jiang Feng, he felt the crushing pressure of an ant facing an elephant.
He dearly wanted to drop to his knees and beg for mercy, but the pride of a seventh-level True God Realm expert barely allowed him to remain standing.
But as for resisting, he did not have the slightest thought of it.
Jiang Feng slowly floated into the air, his raised right hand pointing at the little old man.
The little old man only felt an immense invisible force suddenly descend upon him. His bizarre, enormous black robe was abruptly torn to shreds, and the black mist filling it burst free at once. Ghostly wails and howls rang out from within the mist.
In the blink of an eye, the little old man had been stripped completely bare in midair.
At this moment, the little old man felt like