The man in blue robes also wore a faint, amused smile.
Only Luo Tian did not smile.
His brows were tightly knitted. He could not shake the feeling that things were not so simple.
This young man was too calm—so calm that it was eerie.
"Are you the one behind them, ordering them to plunder fortune throughout the Flowing Light Domain?"
Luo Tian looked at Zhou Ming and spoke coldly.
He tried to probe the other man's background with his words.
Zhou Ming ignored him. He merely extended a hand and gently closed it around empty space.
"Enough noise."
The instant his words fell—
Boom!
A terrifying power descended with a thunderous crash, beyond words, beyond space and time, beyond all Daos, beyond anything any of them could comprehend!
That power was not tangible. It was pure, conceptual "suppression."
It disregarded space, disregarded laws, disregarded everything.
It acted directly upon the depths of the true spirits of Luo Tian and the dozens of other Hunyuan Wuji cultivators.
Thud!
Thud!
"..."
The smiles instantly froze on the faces of the Hunyuan Wuji cultivators who had been laughing uproariously just a moment before.
As though every bone had been ripped from their bodies, they dropped to their knees one after another, utterly beyond their control.
Their eyes bulged, filled with boundless horror and fear.
Their souls, their laws, everything they took pride in—all of it was completely frozen in that instant.
They could not even form a single thought.
Like dolls clutched in their master's hand, they retained only the most basic awareness and could no longer react in any way.
The only ones still standing in the entire square were Luo Tian, the man in blue robes, and the woman in a red dress.
But "standing" was all they could manage,