Lin Chen's words—"Did I ever say you could leave?"—were like a freezing winter wind.
In an instant, they froze the air throughout the entire hall.
That invisible pressure was no simple oppression of aura. It was an absolute restraint on a deeper level, born of the very essence of energy and the rank of one's soul.
It left Bei Mingfeng, a late-stage One-Star Dou Sheng, struggling even to circulate the Dou Qi within his body.
It was as if he were wrapped in wet mud, every attempt to muster his strength unbearably heavy.
It felt as though his meridians might rupture the next instant, let alone tear through space and escape.
The last shred of hope in Bei Mingfeng's heart was crushed, leaving only a cold panic that began to spread.
At last, he realized that the person he faced was not even on the same level as him.
Bei Mingfeng's expression shifted from ugly to a mixture of shock and fury, before finally settling into a trace of fear he could barely conceal.
That fear welled up from deep in his eyes and crawled across his entire face, making even his lips tremble uncontrollably.
He struggled to turn around and fixed his gaze on Lin Chen.
His voice cracked with a tremor. "Y-you... what do you want?"
"Do you realize what it means to make an enemy of North Dragon Island?!"
He tried to bolster himself with the name of "North Dragon Island," but his words had all the substance of paper that would tear at the slightest touch.
"Make an enemy of North Dragon Island?"
Lin Chen's lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile, one that held incomparable confidence and a trace of coldness.
He looked at Bei Mingfeng like an ant that didn't know its place. "You