When Heaven wished to destroy someone, it first drove them mad; anyone who acted without restraint and bullied the weak would eventually reap catastrophic consequences. The wretched fate of this arrogant, brocade-clad youth of Shadow City illustrated that eternal truth of the Heavenly Dao to perfection. Once his dormant sore spot was touched, the gentle, refined Shiheng would erupt in thunderous fury, slaughtering with absolute strength and ruthlessly crushing the pride of these overbearing bullies! The world turned in endless cycles: good was rewarded, and evil met retribution. Retribution was never absent; its time simply had not come. And now, this arrogant youth's time had arrived!
The invisible pressure spreading outward was not the God Domain power of a true God-level expert, yet it was ten thousand times more terrifying and intimidating than the pressure of any Saint expert on this continent.
It neither raged like a violent storm nor surged with the force of thunder. Instead, it resembled the most fundamental laws of the Great Way: silent, weighty, and impossible to defy. It pressed heavily upon everyone's hearts, as though the entire sky had come crashing down. The bustling crowds and traffic at the city gates instantly seemed caught in the highest-level immobilization spell. Everyone froze where they stood. Smiles, haste, indifference, exhaustion-all their expressions stiffened in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming fear that sank into their bones and would not leave. Everyone felt their breathing strangled, their chests stifled to the point of bursting. Their legs trembled and weakened uncontrollably, every hair on their bodies stood on end, and only one thought remained in their hearts-If only I could collapse to the ground right now and escape this crushing pressure.
Time itself seemed to stop completely.
The howling cold wind abruptly ceased, and the drifting clouds froze