The plaza, once filled with casual chatter, now buzzed with sharp whispers and frantic murmurs.
Disciples began backing away, forming a loose circle around Lin Mu, though none dared to attack outright.
Lin Mu looked at their panic with the same expressionless calm. His words had already sealed their perception of him. He knew that the elders would be alerted within moments, but he had no need to hide any longer. He raised his voice slightly, letting it carry over the crowd.
"Do not bother sending your messages. It is already useless. Your end has arrived."
The last word echoed ominously in the plaza, and even the servants disciples froze mid-step, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes.
For a breath, time seemed to hold still. And then, like a storm breaking across a clear sky, multiple overwhelming qi fluctuations surged through the air.
SHUA SHUA SHUA SHUA
