Not a single person dared breathe too loudly. Daoist Soul Reaper let out a slow, raspy laugh from above.
"Heh…" The sound echoed like bones grinding together.
"You can smell it?"
His massive black robe fluttered as endless ghostly faces formed behind him, each one screaming in agony.
"Then you should also be able to smell your own death."
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The heavens trembled.
A pillar of death qi descended from the sky like a collapsing world, crushing everything in its path.
The ground beneath Clear Moon City cracked violently, spreading spiderweb fractures across miles. Entire buildings collapsed instantly.
Yet… Right at the center of that destruction, Lin Feng did not move. Not even half a step.
The terrifying black energy split apart before reaching him, like water parting around an immovable mountain. Some cultivators screamed. Others froze completely.
Yuan Bao, still seated in his chair, slowly set down his teacup.
"Well…" he muttered.
