"Yang Zhen, let people go at once!"
A roar akin to a ferocious beast bellowing swept through the air, enshrouding White Cloud Mountain in a terrifying wave of qi.
All faces morphed into shock as they watched the old man who spoke, their complexions changing in unison.
"Who are these people? Why do they command such an aura of terror that makes our souls tremble?"
"This...this is killing intent! My God! To produce such a terrifying killing intent, logically tangible! Just how many have they killed?"
"Look, there's such a young Divine Travel Stage powerhouse! Compared to him, we are like dirt."
"This must be the so-called heaven-blessed genius."
...
Not only Yang Zhen and his lot, but even the many practitioners who had been waiting around from early in the morning felt their souls tremble. They watched the sky in horror.
