Standing before the three Half-Nascent Soul cultivators, Su Yen's expression remained unchanged—calm and casual amidst the charged atmosphere.
The tension thickened around them, a palpable force that could suffocate anyone below the Foundation Building realm to death. The space vibrated vehemently, the sky darkened, and fissures appeared on the ground, crackling with latent energy.
Under this tense atmosphere, Su Yen took a deliberate step forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
"Let's see how long you three old bones can last with just ten percent of my strength."
"Impudent!" The old man on the right erupted, his face contorted with wrinkles and veins bulging from his forehead.
Without hesitation, the elder dashed forward, vanishing from his spot in a blur of movement. Around him, traces of lightning crackled, not ordinary lightning, but imbued with the profound principles the old man had mastered.
