High above the other side, the winds were churned by invisible giant hands, surging and ceaseless. Niu Shenwu’s copper-bell eyes, deep and mysterious, shone like two brilliant golden stars in the vast universe, radiating a tangible light that pressed down upon the old man below with the force of a collapsing mountain. Each glimmer of that gaze felt like a heavy hammer striking the elder’s heart, leaving him breathless, as if a towering peak were ruthlessly crushing his frail shoulders.
The old man, meanwhile, wore a face plastered with an excessively fawning smile—a smile like an exotic flower in full, garish bloom, its colors so rich and perverse it seemed ready to ooze from his skin. His eyes shimmered with a predatory yet servile gleam, like a starving wolf spotting its prey, fixed intently upon Niu Shenwu. His expression was a masterclass in human baseness, dripping with awe and sycophancy.
"You know me?" Niu Shenwu spoke, his voice booming like thunder from the ninth heaven. It rolled through the air like a raging tide, carrying a destructive power that set the atmosphere vibrating. It hummed in the ears of those below, sharp as steel needles, leaving them with splitting headaches and trembling souls.
Chapter 113