"How did you survive after absorbing the Death Energy?"
The man asked, disbelief lacing his tone.
Gang Reyong didn't reply. He simply stood in silence, his abyssal eyes swirling with dark energy as he stared at the man.
He looked more like a man possessed.
"Hmph, you don't want to talk?" The man chuckled with disdain.
"D-Don't… child, don't do it." Jian Ruxue weakly extended her hand, as if trying to stop Gang Reyong. But she failed, her arm dropped to the ground with a thud.
She parted her parched lips and spoke with difficulty:
"He… he is a First-Stage Martial Artist."
"I see," Gang Reyong said, nodding as he heard this.
His eyes were fixed on the man, yet not a trace of fear could be seen in his demeanor.
"Are you really not afraid of me?" the man asked curiously, tilting his head as he observed Gang Reyong's calm and collected expression.
"Of course not."
Gang Reyong began to walk forward, death energy swirling around him, cloaking his body like a suit of armor.
