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Yet the sight that unfolded in the next instant shattered that oppressive, deathly silence, transforming it into a deeper, more primal shock.
Every breath stopped abruptly at that moment.
The gazes of a hundred thousand people froze, including Chen Xiaojun's-even though he understood Xiao Yi better than anyone.
But when he saw the scene clearly, a chill mingled with utter astonishment and heart-pounding dread still exploded up his spine.
Thump, thump! Thump, thump!
Those were not beating drums, but the resonance of hearts clenched by an invisible hand, pounding uncontrollably inside their chests.
Up on the elevated platform, several of the Titled Douluos who had been as steady as Mount Tai, gazing down upon the masses, abruptly rose to their feet!
Their figures stood straight as spears, their robes fluttering without wind!
Faced with this blow to everything they understood as common sense, even powerhouses like them could not maintain their seemingly eternal composure.
The ice deep within Han Yiyu's eyes abruptly cracked. A trace of blankness crossed Xuan Qingya's face, usually as still as an ancient well. Yang Jingxue's delicately shaped lips parted slightly. Chen Hong suddenly clenched the hands held behind his back. Zhuo Qianren's keen gaze condensed into an almost tangible edge-these five Title-Rank Powerhouses, whether aloof, imposing, or noble, all fell into a brief daze at the same moment.
That silent daze conveyed the staggering nature of the scene more powerfully than any cry of surprise.
All the radiance between heaven and earth seemed to have been drained away in an instant, solely to illuminate-
That streak of color that abruptly tore through the backdrop!
A Soul Ring, pure beyond measure, so vivid it seemed ready to drip, and radiating a soul pressure