Down below, the pupils of every undercover disciple contracted sharply.
With a faint crackle of dislocating bones, Lin Qingfeng's body bent at an angle far beyond human limits.
He stood on one foot on the high platform, his entire upper body leaning back until his spine was nearly parallel to the ground.
Then, one hand formed a sword finger—index and middle fingers held together—and pointed straight at the undercover disciples from Qingxu Temple. His other arm twisted backward, flat against his back.
His head craned back and to the side, his eyes widened to their absolute limit.
He had struck a clear JoJo pose!
A sonic boom erupted from his mouth, forming a visible ripple that kicked up a wave of dust in front of the stage.
"Now! With me! Praise the Sun—!!!"
In the spectator stands, the crowd roared, a cacophony of different voices erupting all at once.
"Wait, is that the 'Praise the Sun' pose? Something feels off to me."
