She Yuan slowly rose to his feet from the upper level of the Dragon-Phoenix Pavilion.
He was not particularly imposing, even somewhat lean, yet the moment he stood up, the atmosphere throughout the Dragon-Phoenix Pavilion suddenly became stifling.
The hushed whispers and murmurs from before seemed to have been cut off by an invisible hand, then abruptly stopped. In their place came a silence cold enough to chill one's spine.
Countless gazes converged from every direction upon the figure standing by the upper-level railing. There was reverence in those eyes, wariness, and excitement that could not be restrained.
She Yuan is making a move personally. Many people thought.
Right then, an invisible sense of oppression slowly spread from She Yuan, weighing heavily upon everyone's hearts like dark clouds pressing down upon a city.
No one present failed to understand what the name She Yuan represented among the younger generation of the Northern Domain.
His fearsome reputation as fifth on the Dragon-Phoenix Record, his ruthless destruction of several cities, his terrifying combat power that allowed a fifth-grade supreme to contend with a sixth-grade supreme, along with the Snake God Hall behind him—all of it combined to forge his authority and prestige.
Lin Ming's method of instantly killing that third-grade supreme earlier had indeed been shocking. That fleeting streak of golden lightning still sent chills through many people's hearts.
But so what? In the eyes of many, Lin Ming and She Yuan were simply not on the same level.
That third-grade supreme had merely been one of She Yuan's lapdogs. Killing him proved nothing. She Yuan, on the other hand, had climbed step by step to his current position over the corpses of countless geniuses. His name had been nurtured by blood.
Standing high above, She Yuan clasped his hands behind his