The man ducked under the watchful eyes of the guests. They all had probed him, the beast was a level eight Godhood cultivator. That astonishing number was comparable to those old sect elders amongst them. Yet, at this moment, where even the downpour of rain from the storm outside, couldn't help but slow down.
The atmosphere was choking as they saw with their plain eyes. The man, the one that thought will run the show and humiliated another one, was now squatting down to the fullest motion. The cold sweat from his forehead ran down before crashing against his eyebrows. The first drop of it was heard as it stained the spotless floor.
His pupils still constricted as his jaw lowered and locked. He could hear the death's violin just one moment ago before his honed instinct reacted accordingly, though it was against his wishes.
"He... dodged."
"No way...."
