Xiao Chen stood alone against over a dozen cultivators, feeling no fear. He looked at them indifferently, an invisible killing intent clinging to his body that made their souls tremble.
"Young man, you are very arrogant, have you heard of the phrase 'the good die young'?" Two middle-aged cultivators were staring at Xiao Chen. Their words were calm, but their intention to kill him was evident.
Xiao Chen laughed coldly, finally, he said indifferently: "You sure talk a lot. If you want to kill me, just do it."
"No rush, good things should be savoured slowly. How delightful it is to encounter a supernaturalist of your level in the human world. We can take our time, slowly killing you!" At the end of his sentence, his body emanated an overwhelming killing intent.
Another middle-aged cultivator grimly said: "Supernaturalists should not appear in this world. The human world is primarily dominated by low-level martial artists. Your emergence has surprised me."
