The questions began to multiply, a chorus of speculation. The elderly woman remained motionless, her expression calm. Then she slowly raised one of her hands, placing her index finger in front of her lips. She did not need to say anything.
The next instant, a terrifying pressure descended upon the square.
'BOOM!' An invisible wave spread out, the wind exploding in all directions. Everyone's clothes began to sway violently, and some weaker cultivators paled. The voices disappeared, and the entire square fell silent. Tens of thousands of people remained completely motionless.
Kyrian narrowed his eyes, feeling the pressure on his shoulders.
'What powerful pressure.' It was different from anything he had felt before, it was not aggressive, but it was absolute, a presence that allowed no opposition.
But, just as it had appeared, his eyes quickly nullified the pressure.
Sun Luguo, however, let out a low laugh.
"Looks like that old woman has become even stronger."
