Facing Mo Yuan (Part Four)

The corners of Mo Yuan's mouth lifted slightly into a smile of helplessness and gratification. He murmured, "These youngsters really do dare to fight."

The instant his words fell, the restraints on the soul power he had deliberately suppressed for so long snapped open.

The dormant Flowing Cloud Blade suddenly blazed with cold light, layers of sharp blade energy rippling around its thin blade.

Mo Yuan flicked his wrist and swept his blade horizontally!

Swish—!

An intensely condensed arc of silver blade energy swept through the air at blinding speed.

There was no explosive spectacle, no savage pressure, yet it swept with flawless precision through every pillar of water, every emerald arrow, and every inch of falling flame.

Under that single slash, the entire seemingly ferocious chain of attacks was severed, crushed, and obliterated.

The curtain of water shattered, the arrows dispersed, and the raging flames split apart.

The lethal combination Lin Chen had unleashed with every last ounce of soul power was stopped entirely by one effortless slash from Mo Yuan.

Then, a second later, an invisible pressure as vast as the sea and as heavy as a mountain erupted from Mo Yuan.

The pressure unique to a Soul Saint was fully unleashed!

He singled out no one and made no attempt to crush them by force. Merely letting his aura spread naturally was enough to envelop the entire Special Training Ground.

All seven team members felt their bodies sink. Their limbs grew as heavy as if they had been filled with lead, their scalps tingled, and their chests tightened. The soul power circulating within them was instantly suppressed until it stuttered and stalled, while all strength drained from their bodies.

Everyone froze at once. Even raising a hand became agonizingly difficult.

Mo Yuan lowered his blade and stood