As those words fell, the gravity inside the great hall truly changed.
In an instant, Zhou Xuan's body bore a downward force dozens of times greater than normal. His kneecaps cracked, and the stone tiles beneath him shattered, fissures spreading in every direction from under his feet.
Ye Changqing fell straight out of his chair.
An invisible force slammed the monk's body against the floor, pressing his face against the cold stone tiles and shattering his Buddha Light seal. Blood seeped from Ye Changqing's mouth. He braced his limbs against the floor and strained to rise, but that force pinned him down.
Lin Qingzhu, in the corner, fared even worse.
A Foundation Establishment Realm body was terribly fragile before pressure on this level. Lin Qingzhu's knees smashed into the floor, and the weight bowed her back until her forehead nearly touched the ground. Her breathing was squeezed into shallow gasps, and her ribs creaked.
The old man in Dragon Robe stood at the center of the Light Pillar, the beaded fringes of his crown hanging down, his gray eyes utterly unruffled.
He had not even deliberately exerted pressure.
This was merely a side effect of his presence.
Zhou Xuan's legs trembled.
It was his body's instinctive response to being crushed by laws of this magnitude.
Within Zhou Xuan's meridians, Taiyi Divine Power circulated rapidly, protecting his heart meridians and Dantian, but tiny tears had already begun appearing in the channels throughout his limbs and body.
The wound on his left shoulder had been jolted open. Blood ran down his arm and gathered in a small pool beside his feet.
Zhou Xuan did not kneel.
His back remained straight.
The Dragon Robe old man's gaze settled on Zhou Xuan with a kind of casual curiosity.
"The fury of three million ants