This seemingly young cultivator, what a formidable existence he truly is.
Just a single glance renders us speechless, immobilized like cicadas in winter.
No matter how many ants there are, they remain mere ants.
Lu Xuan lightly tapped his toes on the void, slowly floating down before the crowd.
Though he had withdrawn all his surrounding pressure, he still exuded an undeniable authority.
"Do as I command, and you all may keep your lives!"
Lu Xuan's cold words echoed across the plaza before the hall, as irrevocable as a divine decree.
Everyone was momentarily stunned, staring at each other, unsure of the intentions of this terrifying presence.
In the midst of this deathly silence, a few officials clad in crimson robes suddenly stepped forward from the crowd.
Their jade pendants at their waists emanated unusual spiritual light, their steps were steady and strong, evidently not average civil officials.
"Senior, perhaps there's some misunderstanding here?"
