Green Feather

It was quiet all around. Kong Huan's body trembled as he looked at Su Ming with fear. The three hundred cultivators in black armor on the ancient bronze armor did not dare to get closer to him at that moment.

Their bodies might have seemed to be full of a still presence, but their minds were normal. They had practiced the same skill, so they possessed the same presence. This sort of skill could make their hearts almost stop and make them cold and unfeeling.

However… the instant Su Ming's Divine Source Runic Symbols covered the entire area, a great, mighty pressure instantly descended on their bodies. That mighty pressure crushed their cold attitude, and fear took form within them.

It was especially so when he had, with one punch, nearly killed the middle-aged man, and with another, the old man in white nearly died. Su Ming had clearly done this intentionally, or else, the both of them would have definitely died.