The Border Region fell into a deathly silence.
The wind seemed to stop. Even the sound of breathing was clear.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the figure standing on the arena with sword in hand, as though trying to brand the sight deep into their souls.
He had crossed two minor realms and slain Scorpion Rakshasa with overwhelming force!
It defied all reason and overturned everything they thought they knew.
After all, those who could reach the Nine-Step Supreme Realm and form a Dao Fruit were prodigies found only once in millions. Fighting above one's level was no easy feat.
Lu Ren slowly turned. His gaze swept across the Evil Dao camp like cold stars. His voice was calm, yet it carried an unmatched pressure. "That one... wasn't much."
He paused, angled his sword toward them, and uttered four words: "Send up another one."
"Damn it!"
On the Evil Dao side, the dozen or so remaining experts burned with rage. Their killing intent had almost taken solid form.
Scorpion Rakshasa had been among their strongest fighters. Who could have imagined that Lu Ren would kill him so cleanly, without suffering a scratch himself?
More chilling still was the aura Lu Ren now radiated. Like an undefeated war god standing atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he looked down on all sides with an invincible pressure that seemed to promise death to anyone who approached.
Even Chu Shanhe in his day had never possessed such an aura.
"Lu Ren, after all those hard-fought battles, your Dao Rhyme must have run dry by now, hasn't it? Do you think a bluff will scare us off?"
Deathflame Evil Scion's voice was icy as he tried to break the invincible aura Lu Ren had built.
"How much Dao Rhyme I have left..."
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