Shock.
An unprecedented wave of shock slammed into them.
Zhao Tieshan's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. Liu San wasn't faring much better. Both men stared at Lin Xiao, dumbfounded.
If he hadn't seen Liu San's reaction, Zhao Tieshan would have thought this stinking beggar was someone Liu San had hired just to humiliate him.
For a mere beggar to possess such an absurd level of cultivation—where was the logic in that?
But this was just the beginning.
Lin Xiao walked up to Liu San with an expressionless face. "Your turn," he said indifferently.
BOOM!
His words exploded like thunder in Liu San's ears.
Looking at Lin Xiao's emotionless face, especially his eyes, which were as deep and bottomless as an abyss, Liu San suddenly felt a terror he had never experienced before. His body began to tremble, his breathing grew labored, and his legs started to give out. He could practically see the Grim Reaper brandishing its scythe, ready to harvest his soul.
THUMP!
