Before Liu Meng could finish speaking, Ling Yun merely glanced at him indifferently.
No Soul Power fluctuations, no burst of aura—just a single look.
Yet beneath that utterly ordinary glance, the savage grin on Liu Meng's face instantly froze, replaced by extreme terror! It was as though he had seen a pair of Dragon Eyes looking down upon all living things, indifferent to everything! A tremor rising from the depths of his soul stiffened his entire body, and his blood nearly froze! It was absolute suppression at the level of Life Level!
Thud!
Before everyone's eyes, Liu Meng, a Soul Saint, went weak at the knees and dropped straight to his knees on the arena platform. His face was deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down him, and he could not utter a single word!
The entire venue fell silent!
Everyone stared at the scene in stunned disbelief! What had happened? How had Mad Lion Soul Saint Liu Meng ended up kneeling? What had Ling Yun... done?
Even the top powerhouses on the platform, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Ning Fengzhi, and the others, had their pupils constrict slightly. They could sense the incomparably subtle yet supreme Dragon Might Ling Yun had released in that instant! Though it had vanished in a flash, it was enough to shake a Soul Saint to the core!
"Trash." Ling Yun calmly spat out the word. Without even looking at Liu Meng, who was sprawled on the ground, he swept his gaze toward the Star Luo Empire delegation. "Next."
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly carried across the entire plaza, bearing an unquestionable majesty.
A commotion broke out on the Star Luo Empire's side. Dai Weisi's expression darkened, while several Soul Saints and Spirit Douluos beside him showed alarm and uncertainty. They had not