Under the gaze of countless onlookers, Lin Ming merely stood quietly atop the Dragon-Phoenix Platform.
He showed neither satisfaction from having established prestige with that palm strike nor the slightest reaction to the reverent gazes around him.
His deep black eyes slowly swept across the area. Wherever his gaze fell, those experts who had yet to claim a Dragon-Phoenix Platform involuntarily looked away, not daring to meet his eyes.
Some who had originally intended to use Lin Ming as their breakthrough point, hoping to ambush him while he was unprepared and profit from it, broke out in cold sweat. Fear lingered in their hearts as they swiftly crushed those lingering thoughts of luck.
Judging from the astonishing strength Lin Ming had displayed earlier, he had killed Mo Fan of the Dark Demon Sect, a peak 4th Grade Sovereign, with a single palm strike, even blasting Mo Fan's Dark Demon Dharma Body into fragments that filled the sky.
If anyone still wanted to seek death by trying to pass through him, they would truly be an utter fool. Mo Fan's fate was a warning enough.
Thus, they had no choice but to seek other targets they could use to make a breakthrough, turning their attention toward Stone Platforms occupied by relatively weaker opponents who might offer them an opportunity.
Lin Ming stood motionlessly at the center of the Dragon-Phoenix Platform, his hands clasped behind his back. His dark robes fluttered lightly in the lingering ripples of spiritual energy.
He looked toward several other Dragon-Phoenix Platforms in the distance, where exceedingly violent spiritual energy fluctuations were erupting.
Upon those Stone Platforms, spiritual radiance of every color collided madly. Massive Supreme Dharma Bodies appeared one after another, and every collision unleashed a heaven-shaking storm that tore the surrounding air into pieces.
Dragon roars,