The eyes of the Strong Wind Ye Zhen had Transfigured into were twice the size of an ox's head, and they stared fixedly at Xio Zhen, Xio Tiandong, and their entourage ten li away.
That icy gaze and Evil Qi made all the Xio Family experts feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar; many had already begun to shiver uncontrollably.
It wasn't that they were cowardly—after all, a man's fame is like the shadow of a tree. Just now even the ancestor Xio Zhen had said that even the bloodline descendants of Strong Wind could cause three Dao Realm Experts to die or be badly injured; let alone the true Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind.
To say they weren't afraid would be a lie!
In fact, even ancestor Xio Zhen's forehead was beaded with sweat.
He was afraid too.
If this Strong Wind went into a killing frenzy, among these more than fifty people, only he, this Dao Realm Expert, might be able to escape with his life—and even that chance wasn't high.
