Shock and horror appeared on the whip-wielding woman's face as she watched John rise to his feet, demonic red eyes staring unwaveringly at her as if the attack had meant nothing to him. Combined with his Asura-like appearance, the woman felt pure fear run through her body. The woman felt death staring at her.
"Wh…what are you?" the woman asked, mumbling her words through trembling lips. The demonic form staring at her was the most frightening thing she had ever seen.
Based on the fighting styles and demeanors of his opponents in this chamber, John could tell these people were not talented fighters. They had most likely used their extraordinary wealth and status to purchase the best cultivation aids, and had brute forced their cultivations to their current levels.
When compared to a genius of the same cultivation realm, they were quite a bit weaker, and their combat prowess was nothing more than a joke.
