The Might of a Dou Sheng

A calm voice laced with the domineering air of one who looked down upon the world slowly drifted out from the depths of the secret chamber. It struck like metal and stone hitting the ground, making the air around them hum faintly.

A cold glint abruptly condensed in Bone You Saint's murky eyes. The Hall of Souls experts behind him held their breaths, their gazes fixed firmly upon the dust-filled entrance to the secret chamber.

The shattered stones and dust thrown up by the exploding stone door had yet to settle. Like a black mist that blotted out the sky, they coiled through the passage, obscuring everything within.

Just then, an invisible gale suddenly swept out from the depths of the secret chamber!

The wind was not violent or raging, yet it carried an irresistible spatial pressure. Like an invisible blade of heaven, it cleaved straight through the dust filling the air.

The rubble and dust, once so dense they seemed impossible to disperse, were forcibly split apart and blown away by that gale. The stones fell like pearls from a snapped string, while the dust turned into wisps of white mist and retreated to either side, revealing a clear path leading into the secret chamber.

At the end of that path, a figure slowly stepped out.

His long moon-white robe, trimmed with blue, trailed across the ground. Faint spatial ripples accompanied the flutter of his sleeves. Tall and straight as a lone peak or a sturdy pine, he looked sharp and unrestrained.

His face was handsome, his eyes as indifferent as a cold pool, yet they concealed the pride of one who looked down upon all living beings.

When the figure emerged fully from the dust and revealed that unmistakably handsome face, the expressions of the Hall of Souls