Time seemed to freeze, and the entire Starry Sky appeared as if only Zhang Menglong and the bald man were left, with everyone else rendered immobile like statues.
Zhang Menglong's face bore an expression of disdain for all life forms, and though his presence was noble and majestic, it exerted almost no pressure on others. His finger pointed at the bald man's brow, as if a mere flick could instantly snatch away his life.
But for the bald man, it felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, while Zhang Menglong's aura was like countless sharp swords piercing him; just a thought and these swords could tear through his body, and his body told him that all resistance was futile.
"Damn… is he really this fierce?"
"I thought the Clan Leader was just bragging, but perhaps my perspective was too small."
"Why isn't the bald man moving at all? Has he been scared stiff by our clan leader's aura?"
