Under Sun Daxiong's oppressive aura, Chu Qingyun struggled to stand his ground.
One minute later, Chu Qingyun's face was as white as a sheet, completely drained of color.
Five minutes later, cold sweat began to bead on Chu Qingyun's forehead, dripping down his chin and onto the ground.
Ten minutes later, Chu Qingyun's legs began to tremble. His entire body was under immense pressure.
At first, the surrounding Great Xia Dragon Guards watched the scene with amused interest.
But as time went on, the smiles on their faces slowly faded, replaced by solemnity and even a hint of admiration.
To endure for so long under the aura of a powerful Ninth-level Martial Master like Sun Daxiong without collapsing… 'Even we would find that difficult.'
After all, the higher the Realm, the greater the gap between levels.
Reaching the Fifth-level Martial Master Realm at fifteen proved Chu Qingyun had potential. Lasting so long under Sun Daxiong's aura proved he had tenacity.
