A faint, amused smile played on the man in green's face.
Only Luo Tian wasn't smiling.
His brows were tightly knit. He couldn't shake the feeling that things weren't so simple.
The young man was too calm. Unnaturally calm.
"So you're the one who ordered them to plunder Fortune across the Flowing Light Domain?"
Luo Tian stared coldly at Zhou Ming as he spoke.
He was trying to probe the young man's background.
Zhou Ming ignored him. He merely reached into the air and gently closed his hand.
"You're noisy."
The moment the words left his mouth, a terrifying power descended—one beyond words, beyond space and time, beyond the myriad Daos, beyond anything they could comprehend!
It had no physical form. It was pure, conceptual "suppression."
It ignored space, Laws, and everything else.
It struck directly into the depths of the True Spirits of Luo Tian and the dozens of Hunyuan Infinite experts with him.
Thud!
Thud!
The smiles froze on the faces of the Hunyuan Infinite experts who had been laughing aloud just a moment before.
As if every bone had been pulled from their bodies, they dropped to their knees one after another, unable to control themselves.
Their eyes bulged, filled with boundless shock and terror.
Their souls, their Laws, everything they took pride in—it all froze in that instant.
They couldn't even form a thought.
They were like dolls clutched in their master's hand, retaining only the barest awareness, unable to react at all.
Only Luo Tian, the man in green, and the woman in the red dress remained standing.
But standing was all they could do—and only because Zhou Ming had shown mercy.
All three trembled violently, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.
Their faces were white as paper.
They could clearly feel a terrifying