Omen

Chu Zhiyuan released his palms and shook his head. "You already died once."

Fu Zheng looked toward the distance unwillingly. Several trees had already been blown apart, vanishing completely.

Viewed from above the forest, there was a massive pit.

Twelve gray-robed middle-aged men glared coldly in their direction, their gazes lingering on Chu Zhiyuan.

"Your Highness, at most we'd be injured, wouldn't we?" Fu Zheng asked.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head. "This move is overwhelmingly powerful. I'm afraid none of you would escape with your lives."

He looked at Li Miaotan. "This was the move meant for you, wasn't it?"

Li Miaotan's lovely face had long since darkened like gathering rain. She slowly nodded. "This very move!"

She said to Fu Zheng and Li Yuzhen, "You truly wouldn't be able to withstand this move."

"Was such a vicious move something they had before, or is it new?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

His gaze fell upon Li Yuzhen.

Li Yuzhen shook her head. "I've never seen it before... nor have I heard of it."

"Perhaps everyone who saw it before is already dead," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Li Miaotan agreed. "That's highly possible."

"First, they conceal their qi. Then they use this move. With these two techniques, the Demon Race has become very troublesome."

In terms of actual combat strength, even a hundred—or ten thousand—Intent Transformation Realm experts could not compare to a single Venerable.

Of course, ten thousand Intent Transformation Realm experts could not produce even one Venerable.

There were countless Intent Transformation Realm experts in the world.

With these two techniques, Intent Transformation Realm experts could kill Venerables. They could trade Intent Transformation Realm Death Warriors for Venerables.

This was not good news.

Li Miaotan was sharp as ice and snow, and she had considered this as well. Hearing Chu Zhiyuan