PLOP!
A powerful wave of coldness and baleful energy erupted into the surroundings, instantly suffocating the seven cultivators caught within its range.
A deep chill ran through their very bones, creeping into their souls as if an invisible force had seized their hearts in an icy grip, making their breathing labored and their thoughts sluggish.
Even Yu Ziyun, the strongest among them, was momentarily disoriented, his mind struggling to comprehend the sheer domination emanating from the young man before them.
This was not what he had expected.
Never, in all his calculations, had he anticipated that Xiao Ming's strength would soar to such unfathomable heights the very moment he stepped into the Primordial Mortal Soul Stage.
One by one, their bodies buckled under the overwhelming force pressing down upon them, and in eerie synchronization, they all fell to their knees, unable to resist.
