There was no attack. No movement. No fluctuation of power.
And yet… Fang Yuan was completely suppressed.
The sword slipped from his fingers.
Clang—!
It struck the ground with a hollow sound.
A moment later, Fang Yuan's body collapsed heavily, his knees hitting first before he fell face-first onto the floor, completely powerless.
Silence.
Absolute silence filled the hall.
"Fang Yuan!" the old master's voice roared from within the ring, no longer calm, no longer composed… only fear remained.
His soul surged forward, attempting to seize control, to escape, to salvage what little remained.
But just as he made his move…
A vast, formless pressure descended.
It was silent… yet absolute.
Like the will of the heavens themselves pressing down.
Before he could even react, a powerful seal slammed directly onto his soul.
Boom.
The connection severed.
The old master froze.
His thoughts halted.
His power… vanished as if it had never existed.
He could no longer move.
