"You can call me Xiao Changming. Or call me the God of Hunting!"
Chen Shouyi's heart skipped a beat, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat poured down.
A gentle and cool summer breeze blew by, causing the other's fine hair to flutter. His handsome, lean face and tall, straight figure exuded a unique aura.
His body exuded an invisible momentum, the air seemed to be restless and unbearably oppressive,
This was the instinctive fear of a lower life form facing a higher one. It was a kind of Divine Power, and being in its presence felt like a helpless creature facing the apocalypse, a sense of despair as the world crumbles.
The will of the weaker might go mad.
Although this Divine Power was extremely weak, compared to the Divine Power of the gods' wars in the memory world, the Divine Power emanating from him was undoubtedly much weaker, much weaker than the God of Courage who descended to Earth.
Yet, Divine Power is still Divine Power.
It proclaimed the other's identity.
