Cloud Sect Square fell into deathly silence.
Everyone's gaze was fixed tightly on that Green-robed Figure, filled with boundless awe and terror, as though they were looking up at a god walking among mortals!
One glance! Just one glance! And it had left a Dou Zong, an invincible powerhouse who had dominated the Jia Ma Empire, gravely wounded and on the verge of death! What kind of unimaginable, world-defying power was that?!
The Misty Cloud Sect's elders and disciples did not even dare breathe loudly. They feared that the slightest sound would draw that "god's" attention and lead them to share Yun Shan's fate.
Yet Ming Xin seemed as though he had merely done something insignificant, that gentle smile still resting on his face.
His calm gaze swept over the trembling Misty Cloud Sect Elders as he softly asked, his tone as casual as if discussing the day's weather:
"Everyone... does anyone still wish to stop this poor monk and... have a match with me?"
His voice was soft, but it exploded like thunder in every Misty Cloud Sect Elder's heart!
"We wouldn't dare! We wouldn't dare! You must be joking, Senior!"
"Please do as you please, Senior! We have absolutely no intention of stopping you!"
"Xiao Yan... take Young Brother Xiao Yan with you as you wish!"
Led by Ge Ye, the elders were frightened out of their wits. They hurriedly shook their heads like rattles, their voices trembling and their words incoherent, terrified that even a second's delay in answering—
Would leave them with the same fate as Yun Shan. Sect prestige, dignity—before absolute power, they were nothing but laughable jokes.
Ming Xin gave a slight nod, seemingly quite pleased by their good sense.
He then turned his gaze toward Yun Yun, who was still immobilized at the