Peaceful Storm felt almost depressed when he realized that he had to become serious against a cultivator that had been in the fifth rank for less than fifty years.
He was an experienced warrior that had managed to create a stable battle style that made use of his individuality even if it had mostly defensive features. Yet, he could only go all out in front of such a demonstration of sheer power.
The strands of smoke coming out of Noah's armor resembled sharp blades that shattered the air and created massive quantities of primary energy. The scales over his body were so dense that most cultivators wouldn't believe that they were made of corrosive gas.
It was as if Noah had transformed into a fiend born only to destroy, and Peaceful Storm couldn't even put into words the amount of danger that he felt looking at his figure.
