The white-haired elder in the center swept his eyes over the entire venue, just like an emperor inspecting his domain. Wherever his gaze fell, there was a display of reverence, and even some weaker individuals had the impulse to kneel before him. This gaze, filled with sharpness, filled with majesty, filled with supreme divine power. Just this kind of imposing presence was enough to invisibly kill a person. Such a great power could kill with just a glance, without needing to lift a hand.
Before such a great power, naturally, everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter, respectfully awaiting instructions.
