The Sect Leader watched the scene before him and secretly thought, Hmph. Had this happened before, I would have been terrified. I would probably be thinking of ways to escape with minimal casualties right now. But now...
Thinking this, he looked toward Wang Ping, who was observing the unfolding situation with an indifferent aura. The young man lounged on his chariot as if he had not a single care in the world, his eyes half lidded, his posture relaxed. The nine dragons stood perfectly still behind him, their massive forms casting long shadows across the mountains.
A smug smile tugged at the Sect Leader's lips. Hehe. Now I have taken an immortal as my master, and my sect belongs to him. What could Chen Wutian do to him with his mere half step Soul Transformation realm cultivation? Hehehe. Let alone him, even if a real Soul Transformation realm expert arrived, so what? I have an immortal backing me. Anyone in the mortal world who dares to cause trouble for me and my sect is simply a person seeking death.
Meanwhile, Chen Wutian's brows furrowed deeply as he observed the Sect Leader's calm demeanor. He was utterly puzzled by this reaction. What he had expected to see was a scene of despair, a man losing hope and desperately thinking of ways to barely save his own life. But the look on the Sect Leader's face was completely different. There was no fear in those eyes, no panic, no desperation.
Instead, there was confidence. Arrogance, even.
It felt as though their roles had been reversed. Chen Wutian had come here as the hunter, yet the Sect Leader looked at him as if he were already dead.
This feeling unsettled him greatly.
Then his gaze fell upon the young man on the chariot pulled by nine dragons. His eyes widened. His heart stopped for a brief moment.
This... this is a dragon. How is this possible? How can there still be dragons left in the world?
He stared at the massive creatures, his mind racing. Their scales gleamed like polished gems. Their eyes held an ancient wisdom that made his soul tremble. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense any aura coming from them. They felt like empty shells, like statues rather than living beings.
His gaze shifted to the young man sitting casually on the chariot. From what he could sense, this young man appeared to be at the peak of the Qi Gathering realm. The ninth level. Nothing more than an ant beneath his feet.
But that made no sense.
Chen Wutian clearly remembered the look on the Sect Leader's face and the expressions of the elders. They had looked at this young man as if seeking help, as if begging for his protection. A Qi Gathering realm cultivator would be nothing but a joke to a half step Soul Transformation expert like himself. So why would these Nascent Soul realm cultivators look at such a lowly figure with such reverence?
A cold sweat began to form on Chen Wutian's back. He suddenly felt a deep, inexplicable fear of this young man. The dragons he could not sense at all. The young man's cultivation seemed too low to be real. Something was terribly wrong here.
The truth was that Wang Ping had ordered the dragons to completely restrain their auras. Not a single wisp of their power leaked into the surrounding air. That was why Chen Wutian could sense nothing from them. As for why Wang Ping had done this...
At that moment, Wang Ping's eyes fell upon the System Mall interface floating before him. His gaze locked onto a particular item.
[Product Name: Desert Eagle]
[Effect: Can kill anyone below the Heaven Immortal Realm in one shot when used against others.]
[Note: Realms of the Immortal World: Human Immortal, Earth Immortal, Heaven Immortal, True Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Immortal Master, Immortal King, Immortal Emperor, Zenith Heaven.]
Wang Ping's eyes gleamed with excitement. A wicked smile crept across his face. He quickly said in his mind, System, buy it.