"He's so powerful!"
"He's definitely a Heavenly Daoist Celestial!"
The cultivators on the street outside the inn gasped in awe.
As the one who started it all, Chu Kuangren remained calm on his seat by the window. He did not seem to be bothered by the number of people at all.
The general in silver armor grunted. Then, a rampant and powerful energy erupted from his body, and he charged into the inn for Chu Kuangren.
His strength was at the level of a Heavenly Daoist Celestial as well. The spear in his hand danced in the air as he swung it in a flurry, whipping up a strong gale that could tear through the void.
"Die, foreigner!" shouted the man.
"You know, as a fellow foreigner, listening to you calling me a foreigner feels funny," Chu Kuangren said with a scoff.
