Zhao Wumian paid no attention whatsoever to his subordinates.
There was only one thought in his mind now.
The opportunity was gone.
The Law of Time! That was an opportunity as vast as the heavens!
And this fellow who had appeared out of nowhere had actually snatched it from under his nose.
He could not accept it.
Si Chen looked at Zhao Wumian's expression, "all smiles while his heart bled," and suddenly smiled.
Then he said something that no one except Zhao Wumian could understand.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao."
"Would you like to try?"
Zhao Wumian's heart tightened, and he instinctively met Si Chen's eyes.
Just that single glance.
Zhao Wumian felt as though his Divine Soul had been thrown into a bottomless abyss, plunging wildly downward!
Almost instinctively, he jerked half a step back and drove his Immortal King Realm cultivation at full power. Only then did he barely steady his mind and break eye contact.
Cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of his blue robe.
What was that just now?!
He had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years.
He had clawed his way from an ordinary Rogue Cultivator to an Immortal King. What great winds and waves had he not weathered?
Yet never had there been a moment when he had been as close to utter annihilation... as he had just now!
This fellow... was definitely no ordinary Immortal King!
Zhao Wumian drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his surging blood and terror, restored his polite smile, and cupped his hands toward Si Chen.
"You jest, fellow Daoist."
"I merely came over to take a look..."
He spoke lightly, but inwardly, he was already cursing like mad.
A miscalculation!
A terrible miscalculation!
What had allowed Zhao Wumian to survive until now and rise