Ning Jianli and Jing Lu froze as cold sweat running down their temples.
Even though they were praised as fearless and heroic Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, but when facing against absolute power....power that could only mean death stripped them of every ounce of courage.
Not a single thought of resistance or victory crossed their minds against this… monster.
The nearby disciples also stiffened, standing perfectly still, as if even the slightest movement might provoke the menacing cloaked figure emerging from their Senior Brother's cave.
Ye Shuang stood protectively in front of Ling Lin, who trembled with tears in her eyes as both staring warily at the towering figure that had just stepped out.
The air grew thick and oppressive, making every breath a struggle.
Just as the tension reached its peak, a casual voice cut through the heaviness.
"Ah! Good mornin—"
Li Feng casually walk out from the cave as he smiled.
