Feng craned his neck, stretching slightly, while the bandits remained frozen in place, an invisible weight pressing down on them.
They didn't understand why they felt such overwhelming pressure—after all, he was only at the 6th level of Qi Condensation same as them.
But before they could dwell on it, one of the bandits stepped forward.
A powerful surge of spiritual energy radiated from his body as he activated his Heaven's Pact.
A long sword materialized in his grasp—its blade curved in an unfamiliar way, unlike anything Feng had ever seen.
The black outlines of the weapon pulsed ominously, and just looking at it sent a stinging sensation through his eyes.
"I don't know who you are, kid, or why you're so eager to interfere," the bandit sneered. "But now that you're here, you won't be leaving alive."
