"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."
The instant Su Tian raised his head, an immensely heavy pressure suddenly enveloped the area, and a terrifying aura that shook the mind surged from his eyes.
It seemed that no one could withstand the onslaught of that terrifying aura.
Hai Bodong and Qing Mu, who stood closest to Su Tian, immediately sensed the change in him.
"What's going on? What is this brat doing?"
Hai Bodong's brows furrowed at once. His eyes narrowed, and after glancing at Su Tian, he immediately looked around, wary of anyone from the Mo Clan being drawn over by the aura.
Qing Mu's eyes flickered, however, and he gave a soft exclamation, his voice thick with astonishment.
"No! This aura... seems to have erupted from Master's soul power!"
"You mean this is an attack using soul power?"
Hearing this, Hai Bodong's brows knitted even more tightly.
Hai Bodong knew little about an Alchemist's soul power, so Qing Mu's words immediately stirred his curiosity.
Qing Mu gave Su Tian a long look, then shook his head gently and said in a low voice.
"It feels very similar, but something about it seems different. I can't quite explain it either."
After carefully sensing it for a while, Qing Mu sighed softly and gave a helpless, wry smile.
After all, Qing Mu had little experience with attacks that used soul power. At that moment, he had merely sensed the fluctuations of soul power bursting from Su Tian's eyes.
As for the specifics, Qing Mu could not discern them just yet.
"Just how many trump cards is this brat still hiding?"
After hearing Qing Mu's explanation, Hai Bodong raised his brows and gave Su Tian an intrigued look, speaking with an amused smile.
Ever since Hai Bodong had met Su Tian, the young man seemed