The Thunder Tribulation Palm had been broken.
The Training Ground fell deathly still.
Lei Ying stood there, his hands trembling slightly and his face pale. He looked at Lin Ming, his gaze filled with shock, relief, and a trace of... wholehearted conviction.
On the viewing platform, after a long silence, someone finally asked softly, "This... between the Clan Leader and Elder Lin Ming, who won?"
No one answered.
Because the answer was already obvious.
The aura of the Clan Leader's Thunder Tribulation Palm had completely dissipated. Yet Elder Lin Ming's aura remained just as powerful, just as brilliant, as though that earth-shattering strike moments ago had been nothing more than a breeze brushing against his face.
Nothing more needed to be said. The result lay before everyone's eyes.
Several days later, as the doors of the Lei Clan's main hall slowly opened, three figures entered one after another.
The man in the lead wore a scarlet-red robe. His features were resolute, his beard and hair like fire. He was Yan Jin, the Clan Leader of the Yan Clan.
At his sides stood Yao Dan, the white-haired Clan Leader of the Yao Clan, and Shi Jian, the burly Clan Leader of the Shi Clan, whose skin was grayish white like stone.
The arrival of all three Clan Leaders together was an exceptionally rare sight under normal circumstances.
Inside the main hall, Lei Ying sat in the seat of honor while Lin Ming sat in the guest seat. Seeing the three arrive, Lei Ying rose to greet them, and Lin Ming also stood, clasping his hands slightly.
"Brother Lei, it has been many years. Your bearing remains as impressive as ever," Yan Jin laughed heartily, his voice booming like a great bell.
Lei Ying smiled faintly and said no more as