Yue Zifeng’s voice, though gentle and composed, resonated with an intensity that cut through the angry roars and booming thunder, reaching every ear as if whispered directly into their souls.0

What chilled them to the core was the sensation of a razor-sharp sword will piercing their very being, as though a blade hung perilously close to their necks. With each word he uttered, it felt as if their lives hung by a thread, subject to his will alone.0

These were no ordinary individuals; they were esteemed experts among experts, with those enduring the tribulation standing as apex predators among their kind. However, Yue Zifeng’s...7