Everyone turned toward the speaker and saw Hun Tianchen wearing a calm expression as he slowly stepped forward, strolling into the hall as though taking a leisurely walk through the mortal world.
His white robes fluttered without wind. One hand rested elegantly before him, the other behind his back. Those heterochromatic eyes, in particular, made him seem like a divine being.
"Tap, tap..."
His footsteps rang crisply against the floor of the hall. Each light step was like a heavy hammer crashing into everyone's hearts, plucking at their heartstrings.
An invisible pressure slowly spread from him, and an intangible majesty descended upon the entire hall.
Tap!
Another footstep sounded. Hun Tianchen continued drawing nearer, and the closer he came, the stronger the pressure filling the hall became.
Some of the weaker cultivators could no longer endure the pressure. They staggered back several steps before collapsing helplessly to the floor.
Hun Tianchen's heterochromatic eyes grew ever brighter. The Hall of Souls experts behind him followed in his footsteps, and the combined pressure of all those powerful Dou Venerates made everyone in the hall forget to breathe.
Or perhaps they simply did not dare make the slightest sound by breathing, afraid that the Hall of Souls would be the first to strike.
Bang!
As his final step landed, Hun Tianchen came to a steady halt. The terrifying, suffocating pressure reached its peak, and everyone below the Dou Venerate realm was forced to the ground, supporting themselves against the floor with both hands in utter humiliation.
Thud, thud!
Dull sounds of bodies hitting the ground rang out continuously. Eighty percent of those in the hall had fallen helplessly before Hun Tianchen, creating a truly spectacular sight.
It was as though they were welcoming a newborn king.
"Hun Tianchen, what do you mean by