But Chen Xin and Gu Rong, two figures standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world, felt an unprecedented pressure.
It was a suppression on the level of life itself, like ants looking up at a divine dragon.
"It's you... Tang Shuo!"
Ning Fengzhi recognized the newcomer's face and cried out in shock.
He had far too deep an impression of this young man who had swept aside every genius in the Soul Master Tournament finals all by himself.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong's pupils constricted as well.
They withdrew their Spirit Rings and pressure, but the vigilance in their eyes did not lessen in the slightest.
"Tang Shuo?"
Chen Xin spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.
"How are you here?"
Tang Shuo did not answer his question.
He walked straight into the hall, ignored the wariness of the three men, and sat down in a chair as if no one else were present.
Then he lifted his eyes and glanced at them.
"Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"Spirit Hall will come tonight to raze this place."
His voice was calm.
As though he were merely stating something insignificant.
Ning Fengzhi and the other two were shaken to the core.
"Is that true?"
Ning Fengzhi asked urgently.
"Whether you believe it is up to you."
Tang Shuo picked up a teacup from the table and took a sip.
"The tea is cold."
He frowned, seeming somewhat dissatisfied.
The moment his words fell.
The tea that had already gone cold began to bubble and steam.
The fragrance of tea spread through the air.
This display made Ning Fengzhi and the other two's eyelids twitch.
This was no longer within the realm of Soul Power.
This was making the law follow his words!
"I believe you!"
Ning Fengzhi drew a