The sun blazed in the sky, the wind howled fiercely.
Yan Su, in a gray robe, seemed possessed by the Demon God, casting words with great flair that reverberated in all directions.
He swept through everything, and no one dared challenge his sharpness.
How to do it, how it should be done, who can, who dares to utter a 'no'?
How few words it took, yet how dominatingly powerful it was, leaving no room for refutation?
"You, you are selfish, unrighteous and unjust; you can never control the Youdu Snow Region!" Gu Zhenshan, already weak and fatigued, shouted with all his might.
"Oh? Are you so sure?"
Instead of getting angry, Yan Su smiled broadly, "Then, you watch carefully."
With those words, the ancestor of the Canglan Sect abruptly turned around, his eyes sharp as a sword, sweeping across the tens of thousands present.
Silent!
A deathly silence!
The atmosphere visibly froze, even the temperature in the air plummeting suddenly.
