Fang Lin's entire body stiffened, as if a mountain ten thousand feet tall was crushing down on him. There was also a suffocating sensation, as though countless sharp swords were aimed at his throat. It felt as if the slightest movement would bring about total annihilation.
The Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion gazed at Fang Lin with playful amusement, and then suddenly withdrew his oppressive aura.
"This place lies deep within the mountains of the Western Lands. Even if you escape from here, you won't make it past these vast stretches of mountains, let alone evade my sword qi. No matter if you flee to the Ends of the Earth, a single strike of my sword would still claim your life," the Pavilion Master said, lightly tapping Fang Lin's shoulder with the tip of his foot.
