Jiang Chen Wants to Slap Faces

The angrier Jiang Chen was, the calmer he became.

His expression was calm as he looked at this unfamiliar pill king. There was an intimidating aura in his gaze that made the pill king avoid eye contact with him.

"Who the hell do you think you are? And what right do you have to ask me three questions?" The man's gaze had been forced into a corner by Jiang Chen, but his embarrassment had turned into anger. He shouted angrily, "Come, get this guy out of here!"

The practitioners beneath the stage all had their own responsibilities and wanted to charge upwards.

Jiang Chen casually waved his hand, and the powerful Emperor Realm domain transformed into ripples that spread out, sweeping away the swarming cultivators again.

On the high platform, Jiang Chen was like a god that had descended to the mortal world. He looked down from above, his gaze like a sharp sword that could pierce through this person's thoughts.