The calm voice resembled a startling thunder, resounding over the deathly silent, white square. It echoed with a terrifying, tidal wave-like oppressive force, spreading out in all directions.
People from various sects and schools on the square had different expressions; some, brimming with youthful vigor, had a violent glint in their eyes.
As soon as the words fell, seven or eight figures burst out from the crowd, shooting towards Lu Yuan in the center of the square.
Lu Yuan, however, did not even look at them, his gaze fixed only on the high platform in the distance. He walked forward with ease, his expression calm. Neither hurried nor slow, each step he took seemed measured with a ruler, so precise was its length. The aura he emanated flung back those who tried to stop him with an invisible force before they could even come within five meters.
Among those thrown back, someone exclaimed in horror, "A Grandmaster?"
"No, it's just an ordinary Martial Artist's aura..."
