As that spiritual pressure swept out in a surging wave, the aura of a higher order of life bore down like a mountain.
The Qi Refining Stage disciples below the platform all turned pale, every one of them feeling an unprecedented weight upon them.
Those with slightly weaker cultivation found their knees giving way and collapsed to the ground.
The disciples who could barely remain standing all looked up at once.
A figure hovered in midair like a visitor from beyond the heavens, his entire body radiating a heart-pounding aura, the spiritual energy circulating around him almost tangible.
To float in the air without relying on a magical artifact, apart from an exceedingly rare Mystic Grade secret art, could only mean one thing-
Standing aloft in the air-a Foundation Establishment High Person!
At this sight, every cultivator below the platform trembled with fear.
After recognizing the man in the air, a chorus of respectful greetings immediately rose from below. The disciples bowed in salute, not daring even to breathe loudly.
"This disciple pays his respects to Hall Master Miao!"
"Greetings, Hall Master Miao!"
Hall Master Miao, who hovered in midair, had a distinctly imposing appearance.
His face was square, his features sharply defined, his lines resolute, as though carved by knives and axes. He exuded authority without needing to show anger.
His gaze swept over those below before finally settling on the Dueling Platform.
The three who had been fighting fiercely also swiftly withdrew their magical artifacts, lowered their heads, and bowed with due ceremony.
The crowd, which had been in utter chaos just moments earlier, now resembled mice confronted by a cat.
Every one of them became utterly docile, not daring even to breathe loudly.
That oppressive pressure persisted for a full half-quarter of an hour, until all the