Finished speaking, Shen Feng gripped the blood-red giant axe tightly once more, and the momentum radiating from his body instantly surged several times over.
Under Shen Feng's aura, the Tianxuan Sect disciples present felt their very souls tremble, as if Shen Feng were a demon from hell whose mere trickle of pressure was enough to fill them with terror.
Feeling this crushing pressure, their throats bobbed up and down repeatedly; they knew for certain that they were no match for the young man before them.
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