The moment Li Dao finished speaking, a surging pressure swept across the entire field like a raging river.
Zisu's pupils contracted slightly, and he involuntarily stepped back. Looking at the youth who rested his chin on one hand and gazed down upon everything, he felt an inexplicable dread rise in his heart.
The others, whose faces had been twisted with murderous intent just moments before, now felt as though a divine mountain had descended upon them. Many cultivators were crushed flat against the ground.
"Run!"
Zisu roared. The wings behind him beat once, and he shot into the distance like lightning.
At his shout, the others frantically circulated their divine power, unleashing treasure arts and divine abilities even more dazzling than before.
In an instant, they scattered like birds startled by a bowstring.
Xiao Tian and his two companions stared blankly at the crowd that had dispersed in the blink of an eye.
They had just... run away?
Those cultivators, so menacing just a moment ago, were now fleeing like stray dogs, as though some unspeakable horror were chasing them.
But when they turned toward Li Dao, sitting cross-legged on the Black Tiger's back and radiating a terrifying might like a god or demon, they suddenly understood.
The aura he exuded, as though he held the lives and deaths of others in his hands, was simply too overwhelming.
Li Dao's expression remained unchanged. Watching the fleeing crowd with indifferent eyes, he said, "You certainly run fast."
"But that's about your only redeeming quality."
He extended his left hand and leisurely pressed his palm down against the empty space before him. It traced a strange path through the air, like a heavenly blade sweeping past and setting the order of the Great Dao in motion.
Watching the Black Tiger shrink rapidly