On the battlefield swept by raging winds, Jin An faced Imu head-on, his gaze as cold and sharp as a blade.
The aura emanating from Imu seemed capable of warping the air itself. That heavy, oppressive presence made the surrounding space tremble faintly, as though heaven and earth themselves had submitted to her.
Yet Jin An stood perfectly straight, like an unshakable mountain.
There was not the slightest wavering in his eyes. The corners of his lips even curled into a faint smile, carrying a hint of arrogance and disdain.
He slowly flexed his fingers, his knuckles making soft cracking sounds, as though answering the soul-piercing pressure Imu had unleashed.
Every muscle in his body had been stirred into action. Blood surged through his veins like war drums being beaten, awakening the fighting spirit buried deep within him.
"You think something like this can make me submit?"
Jin An chuckled, his voice carrying an undisguised edge.
Imu's gaze was unfathomably deep, like two black holes ready to devour everything.
She slowly raised her hand. Some invisible force seemed to surge through the void, and space began to twist, as though even the laws of reality had to yield before her.
But Jin An remained unmoved. He could feel that incomparable pressure, yet his heartbeat remained as steady as ever.
He knew that if he showed even the slightest hint of retreat, that would be true defeat.
Unfortunately, he had never believed in fate, much less authority.
In this world, the strong could decide everything, but that did not mean he had to submit to Imu's rules.
He had never been someone who obeyed fate. He was someone who would shatter every chain with his own hands!
"If you want me to bow my head, then let's see whether you have