Li Wen's figure hovered in midair.
His cold, Star Lord Level divine sense instantly froze the entire bustling canyon.
Sheng Moshi, who had just been roaring in triumph after reaching the top of the leaderboard, fell abruptly silent, as if a hand had clutched his throat.
"The 'God of Slaughter,' Li Wen?" His voice was subconsciously a few notches lower, tinged with an almost imperceptible dryness.
The man's condescending gaze was indifferent and calm, like he was looking down at a struggling ant.
Sheng Moshi had seen this kind of look before—in the eyes of truly untouchable, powerful figures.
At that moment, he finally understood the heavy weight behind the title "God of Slaughter."
All the rumors he had heard—clearing the eighth floor of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, defeating champion after champion from the imperial capital planets—no longer seemed like empty talk.
The invisible aura was so heavy that for a moment, he found it hard to breathe.
