The Patrol Office.
Inside the Great Hall.
As Hong Minghu's aura erupted, the entire hall fell silent in that instant, and no one made another sound.
The people before him all seemed to be facing towering, storm-tossed waves head-on, their bodies swaying as if they might collapse at any moment.
Yet one person remained unchanged, a kindly smile still on his face.
This person was precisely the leader of the Yellow Sky Sect's group, Liu Linmen.
After a few breaths, the invisible pressure abruptly receded like the tide, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Prefect Hong has fine methods! Such profound Inner Breath!" Liu Linmen said calmly. "I once heard elsewhere that Prefect Hong stepped into the Fifth Grade with the aid of external objects and grasped Inner Breath."
"Looking at it now, that rumor may not necessarily be true!"
At this moment, as Hong Minghu looked at the calm-faced Incense Master of the Yellow Sky Sect before him, his heart could not help but grow extremely grave.
His actions just now had originally been meant to give Liu Linmen a show of force.
Yet after the pressure of his Inner Breath finished erupting, he discovered instead that he could not see through Liu Linmen's depths.
The Inner Breath he had unleashed at full strength had mainly been aimed at Liu Linmen.
As for the others, they had merely been caught in the aftermath.
But from the commotion caused by that aftermath alone, one could see how powerful the pressure of his Inner Breath was.
Those experts were all swaying unsteadily, their faces flushed crimson, as if they might fail to withstand it at any moment.
But when the pressure of his Inner Breath fell upon Liu Linmen, it was like a clear breeze brushing a