The appearance of Jiang Haotian seemed to freeze the entire space around him.
The overwhelming power radiating from him left Dan Tai Gu Yue and the others struggling to breathe, but they still couldn’t resist looking at him with curiosity.
Standing before them was a man of refined bearing, vaguely resembling the figure depicted in the portraits they had seen, his cold gaze sweeping over Jiang Hao and his companions as if observing a troupe of performing monkeys.
“It really is Jiang Haotian,” Dan Tai Gu Yue muttered with certainty. “He does bear some resemblance to the person in the portraits.”
Su Yusheng, too, was taken aback. “From a distance, it didn’t feel so oppressive, but being this close… now I understand what ‘heaven and earth apart’ means.”
In front of Jiang Haotian, they felt utterly insignificant, like ants before a mountain.
Their eyes instinctively turned to Jiang Hao, curious to see his reaction.
To their disappointment, Jiang Hao’s expression remained unchanged.
Jiang Haotian’s cold voice cut through the air, devoid of emotion. “Are you the one who wishes to challenge me?”
Jiang Hao met his gaze and shook his head slightly. “It’s not a challenge—more like a request for guidance.”
Jiang Haotian’s indifferent tone remained steady. “You’ll die.”
“Feel free to try,” Jiang Hao replied calmly.