The medical team waiting outside looked as though they had been struck by lightning. The widened eyes of several top experts were filled with horror.
This elderly man in a black Zhongshan suit, who had appeared out of nowhere, had actually pierced through a solid wooden door with his flesh and blood!
The splintered wood littering the floor lay less than an inch from the attending physician's feet.
Lu Xuan's withered right arm remained utterly still. The invisible pressure emanating from his body seemed to freeze the air throughout the corridor.
What kind of presence was that?
It was as if the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks stood manifest before them, while the Yangtze and great rivers surged at their side, making their knees go weak and nearly driving these doctors to bow in worship.
In the distance, a young nurse dropped the tray in her hands with a clang, scattering medical instruments all over the floor.
She herself had long since fallen to her knees, forehead pressed against the cold marble floor, her entire body trembling like chaff in a sieve.
The next moment, Lu Xuan's snow-white brows drew together slightly, and a layer of golden radiance suddenly surfaced over his withered right arm.
With a crisp crack, a hair-thin fissure abruptly bloomed across the heavy redwood door.
"Creeeak—"
Amid the teeth-grating sound of splintering, that crack spread rapidly like a living creature, crawling across the entire door in the blink of an eye.
Fine fractures intertwined into a spiderweb, and even the light inside the room shone through the gaps.
Crash! Crash, crash!
In the end, the entire door crumbled apart in an instant like rotten wood weathered for a thousand years.
Angular chunks of wood fell in a rustling shower, piling into a small hill at