233 Subduing the Spirit Dragon Gang

The blood of the Spirit Dragon gang members turned cold because of Hai Chenfeng's sharp Heaven Mystic aura.; they felt like they were standing naked on the summit of a snow-clad mountain, in the midst of the winter season, and were beset by extreme cold… it was as if icy knives had penetrated their flesh and were piercing down their very souls…

So much so, that it would sap any man's willpower and even the strongest of souls could not hope to contend with such terrifying strength.

Long Da Hai's face turned pale as he stood facing Hai Chenfeng; it was as if the opposite party was a formidable mountain while he himself was just a small stone at its foot, which wasn't even qualified enough to fathom a means to look up at it. He took five or six step backwards so that he could breathe a bit easier, but as he did, his back hit a wall with a loud "bang!" only to realize that he had retreated from the middle of the hall, and all the way to the inner most wall…