DipNovel Chapter 45: The Dragon's Might Appears, and No One Dares to Say Another Word!
Chapter 45: The Dragon's Might Appears, and No One Dares to Say Another Word!
Inside the conference room, the hook-nosed man was named Feng Kun. He was the leader of the local forces in Jinling City and, relying on his strength as a Level 4 Spirit Source User, always looked down on outsiders.
His sarcastic whisper, though not loud, was like a precisely targeted poison needle, piercing the ears of everyone present.
"Fuck your mother! Who are you calling a moron?!"
Zhou Hai's fiery temper was instantly ignited. The crimson flames on his palm surged half a meter with a "boom," and the scorching air wave distorted the surrounding air.
The moment he stepped out, the temperature in the entire conference room rose several degrees, threatening to overturn Feng Kun's table.
A hand pressed down on his shoulder, neither too hard nor too soft.
It is Lu Sheng.
He didn't even glance at Feng Kun, but calmly surveyed the entire room, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were either wary or gloating, finally settling on the empty seats reserved for top experts next to the main seat.
Under the watchful eyes of dozens of people in the audience, Lu Sheng made a move.
He strolled over to the head of the table as if he were wandering in his own backyard, lazily pulled out a chair, and plopped down in it.
His movements were relaxed and natural, as if he were born to sit there.
Zhou Hai looked at it, paused for half a second, then grinned and laughed silently.
He extinguished the flames, and imitating Lu Sheng, he strode over and sat down next to Lu Sheng, deliberately dragging the chair back to make a screeching sound.
"Hey, this is a great location, the feng shui is good."
Zhao silently carried the giant hammer, like a silent iron tower, sitting next to Zhou Hai.
Su Li's aloof figure silently took her seat on the other side of Lu Sheng, her hand never leaving the hilt of the knife at her waist.
The four of them formed their own faction.
The invisible aura formed by the four level 4 experts was like a silent mountain, instantly overshadowing the surrounding small groups.
This silent act is the highest form of contempt.
Feng Kun's face instantly turned so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.
He felt as if an invisible hand had slapped his face hard in front of everyone, and the pain burned intensely.
A newcomer who appeared out of nowhere dared to ignore him like that!
"Heh..." Feng Kun let out a cold laugh, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
A chilling pressure belonging to a level 4 Spirit Source user, like an invisible tide, suddenly swept towards Lu Sheng and his companions.
He wanted to give these arrogant newcomers a lesson they would never forget!
"Young man, some seats are so hot they'll burn your bottom."
His voice carried a chilling warning.
In the conference room, many people wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.
However, Lu Sheng didn't even lift his eyelids.
He simply reached out and slowly picked up the steaming cup of tea in front of him.
It was the instant his fingertips touched the teacup.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, originating from the depths of one's bloodline and seemingly from the ancient primordial era, suddenly descended!
"Dragon's Might!"
Om-!
The air in the entire conference room seemed to be instantly sucked out and frozen at that moment!
All Spirit Source users below level 4 experienced a sudden blankness in their minds, their hearts felt as if they were being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand, and even their breathing stopped!
They felt as if a terrifying beast, slumbering at the end of the river of time, had slowly opened its golden pupils, its cold, indifferent gaze, which regarded all things as straw dogs, locking onto each and every one of them!
The souls were trembling!
Feng Kun, who was the first to be affected, was struck as if by lightning!
His outward-radiating aura was as fragile as a paper window before this terrifying dragon's might that reigned supreme over the world; it was instantly torn to shreds!
He felt that the spiritual source within his body was like a frozen river, its flow becoming obscure and difficult, and his strength was suppressed by at least 10% out of nowhere!
The sneer on his face froze completely, replaced by undisguised horror and terror!
What kind of ability is this?!
An illusion? Or some kind of mental talent sequence?
No! None of those!
This is a higher level of...life suppression!
The dragon's might lasted only two seconds before dissipating like a receding tide.
Lu Sheng's mind was racing with calculations.
The dragon's might lasted for two seconds, consuming nearly one-tenth of its stamina.
It seems this tactic cannot be used for an extended period.
However, in a battle, a sudden burst of energy can turn the tide of the battle.
When the suffocating pressure dissipated, everyone in the conference room gasped for breath, like drowning people returning to the surface.
The way they looked at Lu Sheng had completely changed.
The previous scrutiny, vigilance, and hostility vanished without a trace, replaced by pure, extreme awe and fear!
Feng Kun's face turned deathly pale, and his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly uncontrollably. He dared not utter another word.
He knew he had bitten off more than he could chew.
No, it crashed into an ancient sacred mountain!
Zhou Hai and Zhao Ze exchanged a glance, both seeing uncontrollable elation and pride in each other's eyes!
Damn! That felt so satisfying!
They knew that Lu Sheng's move had directly established the Blazing Flame Fleet's unassailable and superior status in the chaotic Jinling defense line!
Su Li quietly released her grip on the knife hilt, and a dazzling glint flashed in her usually calm and aloof eyes.
Looking at Lu Sheng's calm profile, she felt for the first time a domineering aura emanating from this man.
Just then.
"Squeak—"
The heavy alloy door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside.
The entire room fell silent.