"This..."
Xiao Shu's entire body broke out in goosebumps as a cold draft surged up his spine.
The experts beside him were even more stunned, their mouths agape, completely unclear about what was happening.
Hiss...
Lin Xin dragged the tip of his longsword on the ground, taking steps toward the direction of Fengqing Hall.
Xiao Shu's face alternated between pale and flushed, his hands tightly clutching a black flying dagger, yet he dared not throw it.
An invisible pressure loomed over him, rendering him unable to move at all.
He had only ever felt such pressure from Ding Hai, the strongest among the grandmasters.
But now, the pressure emitted by the person before him was far more terrifying than Ding Hai's.
"I do not wish to force others, so you might as well come with me obediently. When fate arrives, nothing can stop it.
Rather than being knocked out and taken away by me, it's better to comply on your own."
