In an instant it felt as if everyone else in the courtyard had vanished — only the youth and the well before him remained.
Something rushed straight up from the bottom of the well, as if it meant to burst out with the most ferocious momentum.
All the pressure and imposing momentum it carried focused, in that single moment, entirely on the youth.
Ordinary people could not possibly withstand such deliberate targeting — their minds would be crushed in an instant, their spirit shattered, leaving them forever living as a frightened madman.
Li Zhuiyuan’s eyes slowly widened.
The youth showed no fear at all; he even looked puzzled that “it” dared to provoke him.
If you were the you of old, the vicious black jiao that once rampaged both banks of the Jiujiang, then I might have responded differently out of respect for your absolute strength.
But now you are only a remnant — a broken spirit without a flesh body, not even a proper soul.
And yet you dare to act up before me.
By any measure of power, by rank, you are beneath me.
So,
who gave you such confidence and courage?
Their auras collided invisibly.
“Roar!”
A furious roar came from below the well mouth, but gradually that roar weakened.
The sharpness in the youth’s eyes grew ever keener.