"Who are you?" Uncle Teng's eyes finally revealed an emotion beyond indifference, cruelty, ferocity, and murderous intent. He stared at Su Chen with a hint of apprehension.
He couldn't sense any martial cultivator's aura from Su Chen because Su Chen had used a secret technique to conceal it, but he still felt that Su Chen was very dangerous, an instinctive dread.
Especially because the other party, like a specter, had appeared right in front of him without his awareness, and had even silently seized his wrist.
Thinking about it carefully, it was truly horrifying.
Of course, there was also a point that somewhat reassured Uncle Teng—in his opinion, Su Chen's youth.
