Lin Feng had not even stood up.
The silence was suffocating.
Then, like a dam breaking, whispers began to spread.
"Did you see him move?"
"No… I swear he didn't."
"Then how did he do it?"
One middle-aged cultivator swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"Lin Feng didn't even touch them… and yet their meridians were sealed instantly. Mo Yan couldn't circulate a single strand of qi."
Another man nodded vigorously.
"That wasn't poison. It couldn't be. Poison takes time. This was immediate."
"Even Mo Yan… a peak Qi Condensation expert fell without resistance…" someone added quietly.
The implications of that statement weighed heavily on everyone present.
Mo Yan was not some small fry. He had dominated the underworld of Clear Moon City for decades.
He was rumored to be only half a step away from Foundation Establishment.
And yet…
He had collapsed like a powerless mortal.
