A New Wave Of News

Liu Haotian's gaze remained icy, a coldness that penetrated deep into the hearts of those around him.

His piercing eyes, however, did not focus on the group of kneeling figures before him, all of them visibly shaken from the overwhelming pressure of his Mortal Soul aura.

The air around them felt thick, like the weight of an impending storm, each breath harder to take as the aura continued to press down on their very beings.

Silence stretched for what felt like an eternity, thick with tension, until Liu Haotian finally broke it.

"How exactly did everything unfold, Zhukong?" His voice was sharp, like the cold edge of a blade, directed first at the pale Yan Zhukong, whose presence seemed to shrink under the weight of his commanding tone.

Yan Zhukong, stunned and caught off guard, felt a cold sweat break across his brow. He had not expected to be questioned so directly, especially since he was only second in command.