The man with glasses instantly turned around, without any hesitation, an invisible giant hand suddenly emerged from the sky, grabbing at the figure behind him.
But He Ao just stood calmly behind him, raising his hand.
The crescent-shaped scimitar was drawn from his back, a fiery light appearing at the tip of the blade.
Without even looking at the giant hand in the sky, he raised the blade, spun it casually, and took a step forward.
The invisible giant hand was touched by the sharp blade, instantly split open, divided in two.
"How is this possible?"
The man with glasses gazed at the torn invisible giant hand, raising his hands once more.
But by this moment, He Ao had already arrived in front of him, lifting the blade in his hand.
He looked into the slightly vacant eyes behind the glasses and calmly asked, "Who are you?"