The dozen or so cultivators who had come for an audience were a mix of old and young, men and women. Their attire varied—some were bizarrely dressed, while others had the air of transcendent immortals. But in Chen Che's eyes, every single one of them emanated a dense Evil Qi.
Evidently, they were the very same Evil Cultivators who had recently been active in the territories under Mist Rain Tower's jurisdiction.
By now, Chen Che's fame was no longer confined to a single region, nor was he merely a local tyrant. This group of Evil Cultivators were nothing more than small fry, and this was their first time face-to-face with such a legendary figure whose power and influence reached the heavens.
Even though Chen Che sat perfectly still, in their eyes, he seemed to loom over them, a figure of immense stature.
This filled them with an involuntary sense of dread.
"Please, rise."
