The Prowess of a Powerhouse

wasThe Sun was setting, shedding down light pink shades onto the ground, enhancing the violent look of the battleground.

The hundreds of Heaven's Favorites were pumping themselves up as they chased away the clouds. Their demeanor was like they were determined to turn the world upside down and destroy all living beings.

However, the color on Ling Xian's face never changed.

His black hair danced in the wind lightly and his white robe fluttered. He fought the hundreds of original leveled cultivators solo.

To be so calm against an army of men was an attractive quality.

The crowd was astonished and they asked themselves: if they were in Ling Xian's position, they would find it comforting if they were not shaking. How can someone be so calm?

Regardless of the result, his collected manner was something very few can compare to.

Therefore, everyone was watching that silhouette with admiration.