"I, Demon Walking Cloud, can assure you, you will die the most miserable death in the whole Buddha Domain," Demon Walking Cloud stared at Su Chen, enunciating each word solemnly.
Every word was like a curse; every word was like a killing blow.
Too brutal.
With the utterance of each word, the air itself seemed to freeze.
Evil Qi erupted tumultuously, almost materializing.
It even threatened to shatter one's mind.
Surrounding onlookers, all the Martial Cultivators, felt as if they had been thrown into a chilly mortuary of death, so cold that their hearts seemed to break into pieces.
Many Martial Cultivators felt their hairs stand on end.
Demon Walking Cloud was too terrifying.
Especially the eerie image of Demon Walking Cloud licking his lips, it made people too frightened to breathe.
However, Su Chen just smiled, his face devoid of much emotion, calm and still, indifferent as water.
What kind of threats had he not faced before?
