Grandmaster Han was a powerhouse in the Dao Entry Realm, so he never expected his aura to be "scared" out by some upstart who had just stepped into the Peeping Dao Realm.
In truth, he wasn't truly afraid, but under the suppression of the other party's Dragon Race bloodline, he still slipped up. It was the feeling of an ant gazing up at the heavens.
His Demon Qi leaked out unintentionally. Surrounded by dozens of Grandmasters, a terrifying pressure descended upon the scene. Coupled with the dark, roiling clouds, torrential rain, and crashing thunder, the atmosphere was utterly suffocating.
"Why do you have Han's aura? When did you slip in here in disguise?"
The only Grandmaster Jin on site brandished a sharp sword, using his own Realm to push back, the two powers locked in mutual suppression. His killing intent was staggering—clearly, he wasn't the negotiating type.
