Escaping into the Depths of Mount Han
Translator: GravityTales
When confronting what was possibly the world's most powerful existence, the most miserable end, Chen Changsheng was afraid, nervous, uneasy…but he did not despair.
He had his fill of despair when he was ten, had gotten used to it and knew it was of no use.
He stared at the middle-aged scholar standing by the distant stream while in his right sleeve, his hand gripped a button.
The middle-aged scholar seemed to sense something and his gaze instantly grew sharper, cold and sharp like a sword. A terrifying Qi dispersed into the surrounding wilderness.
With a boom, the stones in the air were shaken apart by an earthquake.
The snowstorm suddenly intensified and the mountain path grew even colder. With many clatters, the weapons of many cultivators fell to the ground.
Chen Changsheng felt that his right hand was not quite listening to him, almost as if it really was frozen. He actually could not break the button in his palm!