A Man Like None Other Chapter 6735 explode
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- Demon cultivators are bewildered and afraid after a powerful technique fails.
- A previously infallible time-reversal method surprisingly ceases to work.
- The man in white faces a mysterious, unmoving figure with an otherworldly aura.
The few remaining demon cultivator leaders watched this scene, their initial excitement slowly froze, then turned into confusion, and finally into a new kind of fear.
They had clearly seen the God Clan Venerable reverse time, and they had clearly seen Jin Wuhao resurrect once, so why didn’t it work this time?
Why did the same method suddenly stop working?
Those mighty gods also widened their eyes; their young master had never failed in reversing time and space.
But now
The man in white sheathed his sword.
The cold moonlight on the sword quickly dimmed, and the silver-white spacetime ripples slowly disappeared like a receding tide.
He remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned around, his gaze passing through the corpses and blood curdling on the ground, and onto the middle-aged man who had not moved an inch since he appeared.
Mr. Shi remained standing in the same place.
From his appearance until now, he had not moved an inch.
His hands simply hung at his sides, showing no preparation, defense, or even vigilance expected of a cultivator.
He was like an ordinary middle-aged man passing by, who happened to appear in the most inopportune place at the most inopportune time.
However, he was surrounded by a completely indescribable aura.
That aura was not an oppressive aura, not a murderous aura, not any power that could be felt or described.
It doesn’t exist in any law, it doesn’t exist in any Daoist principle, it doesn’t even exist in this world.
It seemed like it came from a higher and completely different dimension, like the power that erased the ink from a painting.
It’s not about overwriting or modifying, but about making something that already exists no longer exist.
The man in white remained silent for a long time.
His gaze remained on Master Shi for ten full breaths.
In the span of ten breaths, his expression changed from indifferent to serious, from serious to anxious, and from anxious to an emotion he had not experienced in tens of thousands of years.
That emotion was like a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, which could not be completely eliminated even though he tried hard to suppress it.
“Who are you?” asked the man in white finally.
His voice remained calm, but the coldness that once enveloped him was gone; replaced by a cautious and controlled attitude.
Master Shi glanced at him but didn’t say anything.
His eyes were as calm as a deep and calm pool of water, unfathomable and devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
The man in white slightly tightened his grip, holding the hilt of the snow-white longsword.
The cold moonlight on the sword pulsed slightly, as if it sensed the faint unease in its owner’s heart.