Imperial Palace Grand Hall.
Just as Lord Kong had said, the moment Lin Chen stepped into the hall, he felt three gazes fall upon him.
At the left and right front of the hall, three elders were seated respectively.
In an instant, Lin Chen felt the weight of ten thousand jin pressing down on him, the three gazes as heavy as mountains, causing his breath to become uncontrollably rapid.
The Qi Blood that originally circulated smoothly within him suddenly stagnated, as if a river frozen by mystical ice, sending a fine piercing pain from deep within his bones. In just a moment, cold sweat beaded on Lin Chen's forehead, and the fabric on his back was instantly soaked through.
"Break!"
Lin Chen shouted angrily in his heart, the little figure in his Dantian spinning wildly, golden light seeping from his pores, and the Martial Path Will supported him to resist this terrifying pressure, maintaining his upright posture from collapsing.
"That's enough, you three!"
