Seeing the miniature world appear in Lu Qing's hand, every expert's hair stood on end in an instant.
An extreme chill surged up from the depths of their souls, sweeping through their entire bodies.
The miniature world in Lu Qing's hand radiated an incomparably terrifying aura.
It made them tremble uncontrollably, their minds quaking, their Nascent Souls seeming to be shrouded beneath a powerful shadow.
Some could no longer hold back and had already used movement techniques, intending to flee at once.
But it was already too late.
The miniature world in Lu Qing's hand had begun expanding the instant it appeared.
Within the span of a breath, it enveloped the entire plaza.
Everyone immediately felt as though they had been dragged into a real world, almost completely cut off from their connection to the outside.
The Middle-aged Man in Purple Dragon Robe was no exception.
He discovered that his connection with the void had been greatly weakened.
Even his perception of the Sea of Laws had become much blurrier, startling him deeply.
One had to know that he was now at Nascent Soul Nine Tribulations, a peerless Nascent Soul just one step away from entering the Integration Realm.
His soul was already incomparably closely connected to the Sea of Laws; with but a thought, he could communicate with it.
Yet now, that connection had actually been weakened. What secret art had this brat used?!
Countless thoughts flashed through the Middle-aged Man in Purple Dragon Robe's mind. He immediately steadied himself and prepared for battle.
He understood that he had encountered an unprecedentedly formidable enemy this time.
Regret was useless now. All that remained was to fight!
He refused to believe that, as a dignified Nascent Soul Nine Tribulations cultivator, he could not break this secret art of his opponent's.