Since the beginning of the battle until now, only minutes have passed. Yet the eternal Sun never shifted as it continued to hang high in the sky, emitting heated light.
Within these short minutes, the Qing Ming House's descendants experienced many different emotions.
First, they felt like Ling Xian had overestimated himself and thought he was laughable. Then, they were shocked. After that, they felt fearful and from there, they were astounded.
By now, they were utterly hopeless.
Everyone was now acting as if they had lost their soul. Thinking about death, which they will soon face, their bodies trembled and they found it hard to control themselves.
Just as they were flooding with fear and uncertainty, Ling Xian opened his lips.
He glanced around with his commanding gaze, forcing everyone to subconsciously lower their heads and not meet his gaze. It was as if his gaze was a sharp sword that could tear open the sky.