Yuanshi had, of course, noticed the problem too.
At first, when he sensed his disciples falling one after another, he had assumed it was Lin Tian's might and had been startled. Before long, however, he realized something was wrong.
But discovering the truth was hardly anything for Yuanshi to celebrate.
On the contrary, when he realized what had actually happened, he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was up front, fighting for all he was worth to recover his lost face, while Guang Chengzi and the others had gone and stabbed him again for no reason.
And that stab had struck him right in the heart.
The other living beings of the Primordial World lacked the ability to investigate the truth, so they would surely believe that Yuanshi was no match for Lin Tian and could not even protect his own disciples. Thus, not only would his actions fail to restore his dignity, but the harder he tried, the uglier he would look.
"Damn these wretched disciples!"
Yuanshi felt as though he was about to go mad with rage.
Outside, he faced a pack of rebellious madmen from the Spirit Vine Sect; inside, he had his own worthless disciples.
A sudden wave of self-pity rose within Yuanshi.
I really have it too miserable!
The stab from his own disciples sent Yuanshi's emotions into violent turmoil, directly affecting his confrontation with Lin Tian. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Tian's aura surged once more.
Yuanshi was a step too slow and failed to keep pace.
As a result, Lin Tian's aura breached Yuanshi's defenses and descended directly upon the Chan Sect disciples sprawled on the ground.
The impact of that aura was, of course, silent and invisible.
But their primordial spirits could naturally sense its presence.
At that moment, every Chan