Just then, the giant palm of lightning suddenly thrust out a finger, and surging jet-black lightning poured from its fingertip.
A chill of utter yin and frigid death spread out, and black arcs of electricity immediately flickered wildly across the sea.
In an instant, the hundred-zhang tidal wave abruptly froze, transforming into a black iceberg that looked solemn and towering.
Then, in the next moment, white light suddenly lit up from within the black iceberg.
Cracks began to spread across the iceberg's surface, followed by seemingly endless white lightning bursting forth from within.
Amid deafening thunder, the massive iceberg vanished into nothingness, and the entire sea slowly returned to calm, as if everything that had just happened had been nothing more than an illusion.
The Fu Ling Hall disciples watching from afar atop the mountain were all dumbstruck, as though they had turned into statues. Even the Core Formation and Nascent Soul Cultivators were no exception.
At this moment, a streak of silver light flew back to the highest point of the platform. Once the radiance faded, Ning Fa's figure appeared.
Holding the Thunder King Scepter, he calmly swept his gaze over the crowd. His deep voice spread across the mountaintop: "From this day onward, I am the Hall Master of Fu Ling Hall!"
The Fu Ling Hall cultivators finally came back to their senses and looked toward him in unison.
A white-haired old man at the Late Core Formation stage burst into tears and shouted, "E Zi'xian, disciple of the Punishment Hall, greets the Hall Master!"
The old man's cry awakened the others as well. When they looked at Ning Fa again, the confusion and unease in their eyes had vanished, replaced by irrepressible excitement and even fervor.
It could be said that Ning Fa's move had already established