Commander Token!
Prince Yan walked toward the many martial artists of the Tianshui Sect. As he advanced step by step, the dragon might radiating from his entire body spread outward, like Mount Tai pressing down from above, heavily settling onto the shoulders of every Tianshui Sect martial artist.
Boom...
A muffled groan came from the empty space all around them.
Under the pressure of Prince Yan's aura, many Tianshui Sect martial artists turned pale, appearing somewhat unable to withstand it.
Was this a show of force?
Lin Bai sneered inwardly. The three-revolution Sword Heart within him circulated, wisps of sword intent slicing apart the pressure brought by Prince Yan.
Compared with the other martial artists, Lin Bai was in a far better position.
Even Qiao Mo's pretty face had turned pale, and her delicate body could not help trembling slightly.
"As expected of the foremost Taiyi expert on the Water Mirror Sea. This pressure is simply suffocating."
Among the Tianshui Sect disciples, someone murmured softly.
Lin Bai turned his eyes over and saw that the other martial artists were all in a bad state. Under Prince Yan's pressure, their faces were gradually paling.
Even Li Yuanzong was gritting his teeth and stubbornly holding on at this moment, yet his body trembled involuntarily several times.
Li Yuanzong stood at the front of the group. As Prince Yan approached, he naturally bore the brunt and became the first person Prince Yan walked toward.
"Senior Prince Yan."
Li Yuanzong's face was pale as he cupped his hands in greeting.
Prince Yan's eyes were cold and aloof. He ignored Li Yuanzong, took a token from his Storage Bag, and tossed it to Li Yuanzong before walking toward the next martial artist.
Feeling ignored by Prince Yan, Li Yuanzong grew somewhat angry inside.
He was,