The entire hall of the Alliance was trembling with killing intent, power, and hostility. The World Class and Super Class families had already circled tightly around Ling Fei, Ling Xia and the Silent Division, their auras layered like a collapsing mountain.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Because Ling Xin was already standing there.
Arms in his pockets.
Neck slightly tilted.
Expression bored.
His messy black hair drifted slightly even though there was no breeze.
And the entire room — EVERY elder, EVERY patriarch, EVERY cultivator — was frozen in place, unable to move an inch. They weren't paralyzed physically… they were simply completely unable to muster the intention to move. Their bodies instinctively refused to challenge the thing in front of them.
"...Tch," Ling Xin muttered lazily, eyes half-open. "Seems like we won't tear this place apart, I have something more important to take care of."
He didn't release killing aura.
He didn't release qi.
