Scarlet lightning flashed and thundered, casting Bo Yun Jun's face into alternating light and shadow.
Other fellow disciples were present, yet beneath Su Yi's gaze, Bo Yun Jun felt utterly helpless and powerless.
It was no illusion. His state of mind, divine soul, and cultivation were all being oppressed by an invisible force!
That oppressive power was terrifying beyond measure, like facing a Dao Ancestor in towering rage.
His state of mind in particular was on the verge of collapse!
This is bad! He does not mean to destroy my Dharma body—he wants to shatter my Dao heart, so that when my main body suffers the backlash, I will completely succumb to cultivation deviation!
Bo Yun Jun was an unparalleled figure. Otherwise, the Academy, an ancestral-level force of the Confucian School lineage, would never have selected him as a true disciple.
In an instant, he guessed Su Yi's intentions. He bit the tip of his tongue and said gravely, "We of the Confucian School would rather shatter like jade than remain whole like tile!"
Each word seemed like the voice of the Great Dao. The faint sound of sages chanting scriptures echoed through the void, while an imposing momentum, stern and vast as heaven itself, emerged around Bo Yun Jun!
Su Yi gave a soft laugh. "Then let me see how you shatter like jade!"
Boom!
A tempestuous sea suddenly rose within Bo Yun Jun's state of mind. A radiant, boundless blazing sun descended from the heavens, seeking to suppress and refine his state of mind.
His Heart Soul shuddered all over and immediately tried to resist.
Yet it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
That blazing sun was far too terrifying. It crushed his mental defenses, and the power it released was so dreadful that his