The peerlessly handsome face was as though carved by a knife, and the purple eyes radiated a faint, deep, aloof light. The thin daylight cast a shimmering, intoxicating glow on his face.
He was like a solitary deity disconnected from the world, clearly dwelling in the mortal realm yet seemingly detached from worldly matters, wielding control over life and death with a flip of his hand and a flick of his sleeve.
Though the aura surrounding him was so faint as to be ignored, it was enough to make one's heart race and tremble.
"Who are you? Why hasn't your True Essence Power been affected by the Light Yuan Powder?" Shui Gang's gaze locked onto Nalan Jing, his face showing a look of shock and suspicion. He could feel that the terrifying aura earlier was emanating from him.
To rely solely on the aura emanating from his body to send so many King Martial Artists flying, his strength was undoubtedly extraordinary!
