The great hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Time seemed to have frozen; except for Yang Zi Lan, everyone stood motionless, like they'd turned to stone.
Just what kind of spell could have such terrifying power?
Even the most powerful high-grade Sacred Decree in the Holy Realm shouldn't have such horrifying might, right?
All these years in the Holy Realm, they had never heard of such a terrifying spell.
"Brat, are you playing with us?" Yang Xuanyi was the first to roar angrily, his fierce gaze glaring at Feng Wuchen.
"You all don't believe it?" Feng Wuchen asked.
"Brother Feng, it's not that we don't believe you, but our realms were divided back then and have existed to this day. In all that time we've never seen such a terrifying spell. To be honest, I don't believe it either." Nie Wufeng said with an awkward smile.
"This..." Xiaoyao Jinyuan also looked extremely awkward, and most people gently shook their heads.
