"It's him!"
Fei Min was even more agitated than Qin Song. He suddenly pointed toward Chen Yang, who was jogging over, and snarled, "Sirs, please help me kill him!"
The gaunt old man, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them.
BZZT!
Two sharp, knife-like glints of frigid light flashed from his pupils.
In that instant, his entire demeanor changed. He no longer seemed like a man in his twilight years; the overwhelming aura bursting from him made him look like a sinister deity. The surging vitality that erupted from him was not that of an old man, but of a robust man in his prime.
This sudden transformation drained the color from Qin Song's and Fei Min's faces, leaving their mouths agape in shock. They had never encountered such a terrifyingly powerful being.
The mere aura he emanated made their skin prickle, their bodies turn ice-cold, and cold sweat stream down their backs. Even the two nearby Sixth-Order Fist Masters were startled by this presence. So strong!
