Lin Ming acted as though he hadn't noticed the murderous looks aimed at him. His gaze swept over everyone present as if they were nothing but empty air.
Those so-called Tier Twelve experts and Royal Clan ancestors were no different from roadside weeds in his eyes.
He walked straight toward Night Owl, neither hurrying nor slowing. Every step carried a crushing pressure, and his footsteps echoed through the hall as though striking at every heart.
The experts felt that pressure. Their expressions shifted, and an unease they could not explain rose within them.
Night Owl trembled all over. Huddled behind Lan Xinghai, he tried to stand, only to find his legs too weak to support him.
He could only inch backward, looking nothing like a Third Layer of the Twelfth Tier expert. His lips quivered, and his voice came out close to a sob.
"Don't come any closer... Don't come any closer..."
The memory of Lin Ming crushing him flashed through his mind again and again. Those images were a nightmare that left him without even the courage to resist.
He braced his hands against the floor. His fingernails split from the force, drawing blood, but he did not notice.
Everyone had mixed feelings as they watched him. Night Owl was an ancestor of one of the Four Royal Clans of the Azure Empire, yet a young man had frightened him to this state?
If word got out, what would become of the Night Clan's reputation? But when they sensed the abyssal depth of Lin Ming's aura, Night Owl's reaction no longer seemed so excessive.
The young man's aura was truly chilling. Facing him felt like standing before a sleeping Ancient Fierce Beast that might wake at any moment and devour them all.
In the end, Lan Xinghai stepped forward.