I looked at him, a cold gleam flashing in my eyes. "Uncle-Master Zhao, are you determined to persist in your delusions?" I slowly raised my right hand, bringing my index and middle fingers together, and a pale golden light began to circulate at my fingertips. The light looked gentle, yet it contained a powerful mental force.
Steward Sun trembled even more violently, staring at me in terror as if he had seen something horrifying. He tried to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but found he could make no sound at all.
"What is this... what kind of sorcery is this?!" Uncle-Master Zhao's expression changed drastically as he felt a powerful oppressive force envelop the entire Disciplinary Hall, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
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