The Spiritual Power storm, which had ceased its expansion, suddenly began to twist and converge frantically toward a single point. This abrupt change stunned everyone present. When they looked toward the point of convergence, their pupils constricted in an instant.
"Ouyang Shaoyu! Does he have a death wish? How dare he absorb such violent Spiritual Power?"
"That's not right. Wasn't he crippled by Shen Haoran? How can he still command Spiritual Power?"
"Damn it, why do I have such a bad feeling about this!"
A cacophony of discussion erupted throughout the great hall. Everyone watched Ouyang Shaoyu as he devoured the Spiritual Power storm, their brows furrowed. A thread of unease began to spread in their hearts.
CRACK… CRACK…
