The elder did not utter a single word; instead, his brow furrowed deeply as he mobilized his spiritual energy.
With a fierce grip, he attempted to yank the disciple token from Ethan's hand.
Ethan's fingers, however, clamped down like a relentless vise. No matter how much the elder struggled, the token would not budge.
"How is this possible?" The square-faced elder's expression morphed from determination to utter disbelief.
He was no ordinary man, his cultivation realm stood firmly in the Void Amalgamation stage, a powerhouse of a cultivator.
A crowd began to stir behind them.
"What's happening over there?"
"Why is it suddenly so slow?"
Murmurs rippled through the gathering.
The elder's face flushed crimson as he poured every ounce of his strength into pulling the token free.
Yet his efforts were in vain. The cold, contemptuous smile that played on Ethan's lips stung him deeper than any physical resistance.
Humiliated, his muscles straining, the elder's legs wobbled.
