"The Tenseigan naturally exerts pressure on an ordinary Byakugan. Today, I'll teach you how to use that pressure."
Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his feet planted within a brilliant, mysterious Eight Trigrams Formation,
clad in white, like an immortal descended to the mortal world.
Boundless indifference shone from the Tenseigan in his eyes,
as he swept his gaze over the Hyuga elders, whose bodies had already gone rigid, with the majesty of an emperor.
He commanded coolly:
"Kneel!"
Su Ye's voice was not loud, but to everyone who heard it, it was deafening,
and as he softly uttered those words, it was as though his decree had become law.
An indescribable pressure bore down on everyone present.
At that moment, every elder of the Hyuga Clan
felt a tremor deep within their souls.
And soon, beneath that pressure,
they discovered to their horror that their legs were bending against their will.
Those with weaker wills shuddered on the spot and fell to their knees, following their bodies' instinctive response.
Soon, a whole swath of them had knelt.
But those with stronger wills, such as Nitten Hyuga, Hiashi Hyuga, and Hyuga Hiashi,
three generations of the same family, continued their desperate resistance.
They represented the dignity of three generations of Main Family heads.
If even they knelt, the implications would be far too great.
It would signify the entire Hyuga Clan's complete submission to the figure before them.
"He... how does he have the Byakugan...?"
Nitten Hyuga's eyes bulged with fury, his aged face contorted with effort as sweat dripped incessantly from his forehead.
Under the pressure of Su Ye's Tenseigan, his Byakugan had deactivated on its own.
His clouded eyes were now fixed on the tall figure who stood out among everyone present.
Su Ye stood