Extremely Fragile

Amidst the crashing tides, the black-clothed man stepped forward. His aura seeped out bit by bit.

Many people from the surroundings looked at him strangely. He looked average but his eyes were very deep. His eyebrows were different too. They were like crescent moons but also like broadswords.

Some from the Qin Dynasty furrowed their brows. Bodies flashing, they went to him. "Who are you?" someone asked.

The man didn't reply. He continued forward, his aura shrouding over who was before him. In an instant, those hearts started trembling, their pupils contracting. That moment, they felt that they were in a terrifying space. The formless aura could rip them into pieces.

The black-clothed man seemed to be alone in his world. He walked to the center of the banquet. His steps gradually moved up into the air. Each step was higher than the last.