The appearance of Yin Wushuang, the Supreme Elder of the Canglan Sect, seemed to instantly drain all sound and air from the surroundings.
Without a world-shaking momentum, he crossed the massive mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Flames Sect in just three steps, directly stepping into the sky over the lake.
Yet this effortless and space-conquering method itself contained a suffocating pressure.
Let alone that before his appearance, the image of that giant finger imprint still lingered in everyone's mind.
A top-tier expert of the Innate Sixth Realm was crushed into a pulp by a single finger, and the reason the pit could still hold the pulp wasn't due to a lack of power from the finger; it was deliberate.
Dongfang Canglang's face was livid. Even when beating a dog, one looks at the owner first, yet this Supreme Elder of the Canglan Sect had killed his servant, trampling on his face.
"This..."
"So it's Brother Yin!"
