Chapter 307
Inside the Zhenlong Divine Palace, a pale blue translucent barrier held back a storm of lightning and annihilating black particles, denying them even a single inch of advance.
The flashing arcs threw Leiming's three faces into stark relief—and what they revealed was terror.
"You—! What in the world are you?!"
Chime.
A soft, metallic note rang through the hall. The lightning vanished, and the blue barrier dissolved with it. Both forces settled in the same instant, and the hall returned to its original silence.
Leiming had retreated several steps without realizing it. He had yielded the seat.
The seat was intact.
The onlookers' pupils contracted. Only now did they register that the exchange—enormous as it was—had not so much as scratched the ordinary coral-and-alloy chair beneath Lin Hui. This spoke to a terrifyingly precise command of force from both parties. Not a single trace had leaked; every ounce of opposing power had been met, matched, and neutralized.
Such mastery was appalling.