"Run... run for your lives!!!"
Someone let out the first shrill scream, and the hundred-odd undersea demonic beasts, so ferocious a moment before, instantly broke down.
Even their mid Nascent Soul stage commander, whom they had seen as lofty and invincible, had been slapped into a bloody mist by this white-robed youth as though he were swatting a fly. What could lowly foot soldiers like them, who had not even reached the Golden Core stage, do by staying behind except barely fill a gap between his teeth?
"Splash! Splash!"
The demonic beasts plunged frantically into the seawater, wishing their parents had given them a few more fins.
"Did I say you could leave?"
A calm, gentle voice drifted lightly across the sea, yet seemed to explode in the depths of their souls.
Qin Chen stood in the air with his hands behind his back, without so much as moving a finger.
But the eleven ignited motes of micro star-dust inside him turned slightly in that instant, and an invisible, terrifying gravitational field, almost tangible in its intensity, instantly enveloped the sea for ten li around.
"Humm-"
The surging sea seemed to freeze completely at that moment.
The demonic beasts that had just leaped into the air or already dived a dozen meters underwater were pinned firmly in place like insects in amber, unable even to move their eyes.
Immense terror gripped their hearts like a venomous snake.
Only after doing all this did Qin Chen slowly turn around, his gaze settling on the five human cultivators below, who had yet to recover from their fright.
The young cultivator at their head swallowed, forcibly suppressing the trembling in his legs as he dispelled the faltering formation. He took a deep breath and led his four fellow disciples in kneeling reverently in