He appeared without warning and instantly took down a crowd.
Direct, decisive, and shockingly domineering.
That was Shen Lang for you—casually stepping on the back of a Martial Artist from the Celestial Defying Demon Realm, his gaze sweeping coolly over the crowd of thousands.
It was as if he intended to hold off an entire army all by himself.
Though thousands of experts stood before him, their combined presence was utterly dwarfed by his alone.
Everyone stood frozen for a moment before finally snapping back to their senses.
Only then did it dawn on them. 'Wait, this isn't right. Why should we be afraid of him?'
Everyone who came to the Imperial Capital for the grand tournament was an elite disciple of their Sect. 'Who's afraid of whom?'
'Even if your Cultivation is a bit higher than most, the absolute best you could be is the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven!'
