"Jejejeje!"
Mao Yahui's aura surged, blanketing the room in a palpable demonic wave.
The air thickened with his oppressive presence, a tangible reminder of his power as a late-stage Foundation Builder.
'Damn this old geezer. He really is a big shot,' Aksai thought to himself as he was exposed to Mao's aura. He felt as if he was forcefully immersed in the depth of a blood pond while removing his ability to breath.
Every other participant in the meeting felt the weight of Mao's cultivation base, including Calla. The room, once filled with hushed conversations, fell silent as the intensity of Mao's aura settled over them like a dark cloud.
Though Mao was old, nearly on the verge of death, and severely injured, his cultivation base as a late-stage 2nd realm cultivator made him a formidable opponent. His reputation as a ruthless killer only added to the fear. Plus, the fact that he was about to die made him even more dangerous.
