'My centers of power are my life, I'd rather die than allow you to seal them!'
Those were Noah's thoughts after he heard the man's order.
Noah had based his reason to live on cultivation, his whole second life had been focused on that.
Hearing that his centers of power could be sealed had triggered a wave of unparalleled anger in him, he had dropped any kind of pretense at that threat.
The cultivators nearing him had all a dantian in the solid stage of the second rank but they stopped their tracks at the sight of the black smoke.
They felt danger from it, they couldn't help but take the threat seriously.
Also, Noah's declaration was backed by his chilling pressure, it was with a stern expression that they watched the young man wielding a pair of sabers and getting ready to fight.
"What is your name?"
The man in charge spoke again, Noah's seriousness actually made him take a step back.
"Adam."
Noah understood that something had changed and answered him.
