C42 First Battle

Tantai Luolie looked at the man in the black battle robe beside Chuhuang Batian. He wore a mask on his face, making him look like a natural warrior. He was tall and sturdy, and had an extraordinary temperament. He could sense that this man was not a kind person.

Suddenly, when Tantai Luolie used his senses to observe the man, but why couldn't he sense it? Although he wasn't familiar with the Heavenly Secret Technique, he was still able to sense it at such a close distance. If it was someone he knew, he should be able to guess it. Could it be that he was wrong?

"This is impossible!" Tantai Luolie had a strong confidence in the Heavenly Secret Technique. Sometimes, he would rather believe that he was blind than believe that the Heavenly Secret Technique was wrong.

"But, why?" At this moment, Tantai Luolie's brows were tightly knitted, and his brain was spinning rapidly. As if he was thinking of something impossible, he shook his head in the end. He muttered to himself, "This is impossible. Don't think too much!"

The masked man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. Black light shot out from his eyes. His pupils were as black as ink, revealing a murderous aura. It was as if this person was a natural-born killing machine!

"What a powerful murderous aura!" Everyone gasped. Even Tantai Luolie couldn't help but feel the aura of death. That feeling was so strong. He had never thought that it would be so strong. There was actually such a figure in the Chuhuang Tribe. What was even more surprising was that he had never heard of this person before!

What was the mystery behind this?

All of a sudden, the masked man in black clothes shot down from the top of the mountain. In just an instant, he had reached the bottom of the valley. His speed was so fast that it made people click their tongues.

"So fast...!"

"So fast, only three seconds!" It was unknown who said it, but the originally solemn and tense atmosphere was immediately broken. Everyone was just about to let out a hearty laugh, but unexpectedly, in just three seconds... The man who spoke was already lying dead on the ground. He could not be more dead!

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. When they focused their eyes and looked again, they discovered that the masked black-clothed man was still standing there like the wind, as if he had never moved at all.

Tantai Luolie looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. It seemed like the Chuhuang Tribe was really well-prepared this time. Even if he were to fight the battle himself, he might not be able to defeat the masked man. Perhaps, in a stalemate, he would at most be able to fight him to a draw.

"Could it be that the Chuhuang Tribe is really this powerful?" Tantai Luolie murmured. With his understanding of the Chuhuang Tribe, how could this super powerful Martial Cultivator listen to the Chuhuang Tribe's arrangements? This kind of strength was something that even Chuhuang Batian couldn't match up to. How could he make this man submit to him willingly?

He really couldn't figure it out!

"I say you guys have watched enough of the show. Are you going to send someone or not? If you're afraid, then don't send anyone. It's better if you voluntarily admit defeat. I don't want another person to die. It'll be awkward if you make someone cry for their parents! " Chuhuang Batian said mockingly while standing on the peak of the mountain. At this moment, Chuhuang Batian could be said to be in high spirits. He had such an expert under his command. Would he still be afraid of the Zhantai Tribe?

What a joke!

"Who is willing to kill this devil in this battle?" Tantai Luolie asked in a deep voice. The power of this devil had exceeded his expectation. If no one left this battle, it would undoubtedly suppress the morale of his side.