“Who are you?!” Gu Feng asked terrified, staring at the black-haired youth in front him. Even though a radiance of Primality emanated off of him, indicating that Gu Feng was a Cultivator of Primordial Spirit, it was nothing in front of this young man!

Primordial Spirit...In this cruel, savage world where strength decided your fate, if people found out that you were a Cultivator of Primordial Spirit, they would simply bow down and submit to your own whim.

This is the status that a powerful entity demanded to be given, and a Cultivator of Primordial Spirit was almost without equal in the Nanshan Continent.

“Who am I?” The black-haired youth smiled coldly and sneered, “I am Wu Lin!”

Gu Feng’s eyes became as wide as saucers, his mouth gaped, and it seemed as if his own soul had been driven out of his body…

This incomprehensible powerful Demonslayer, this man with a unfathomable cultivation, this powerful entity, was Wu Lin!

Wu Lin grinned savagely. Bloodlust emanated off of him, as thick as a river and as overflowing as the ocean of Nanlong. This piercing bloodthirst. That sleepy expression. Gu Feng was terrified, absolutely terrified.

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Wu Lin was the Promethean Prince! The Cultivator who had an absurd amount of talent, an absurd amount of power and strength! The Demonslayer who had waltzed into the Underworld Palace and directly slaughtered over a dozen Demon Lords!

“I-” Gu Feng beginning to say but shut up terrifyingly when the hand of Wu Lin clamped down on his shoulder. It felt as if a mountain had fell onto him. Wu Lin was covered with the Demonic Aurora of Demonslayers, a specialty only usable by a Cardinal of Hell, basking his hand in a blood-red light!

This pressure...Was this something that a Demon felt when confronted by a Demonslayer? Is this the immense power that was required to defeat a Demon Lord, a godlike existence?

“I regret! I regret!” Gu Feng was as green as he could ever possibly be. Even if their was a medicine for regret, it wouldn’t work on Gu Feng, for his intestines were as green and as rotten as they could every possible have been…