The instant those words fell!
The Asura God, whose divine soul was immensely powerful, vaguely sensed something strange in the air.
Transparent ripples without a trace of destructive power suddenly spread outward from Zhang Long!
The ripples swept past.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing in the corner, abruptly shuddered.
The fear of this unfamiliar environment and the suspicion toward the madman before him vanished from his eyes in an instant.
In their place came absolute respect and admiration, as though he had encountered a great master of the older generation.
"So you are Senior Zhang Sanfeng!"
Chen Xin stepped forward without hesitation and bowed deeply again, his tone utterly respectful.
"I am Chen Xin, your junior. I have only just arrived and do not know the rules. Please look after me, Senior."
At this sight, the Asura God's pupils suddenly contracted.
Zhang Long maintained his air of an eccentric master, stroking a long beard that did not exist as he asked with a smile.
"Our meeting was fate, fellow cultivator. Where do you intend to go next?"
Completely unguarded, Chen Xin answered honestly, "I came from Douluo. I am heading to the West to find someone."
"I see. The road to the West is long and fraught with danger. Do take care, fellow cultivator."
Zhang Long nodded, then turned his head, fixing his madness-filled eyes directly on the Asura God, who held the blood-red Asura Sword.
"And what about you, fellow cultivator? You look positively murderous. Have I offended you somehow?"
The instant Zhang Long's gaze and words settled on him-
The Asura God felt as though an invisible hand from the void had seized his divine soul in a crushing grip!
His mind plunged into an extreme daze for a moment.
In that instant, an absurd thought actually arose