Lin Baihuo was frightened by Yang Chen's imposing manner.
A single word, "death," seemed to seep into his soul, allowing him to imagine the consequences of defying his opponent.
But now, he couldn't just submit because of Yang Chen's words - Lin Baihuo had his pride. Furthermore, he firmly believed that Yang Chen wouldn't dare to touch him!
How could Yang Chen dare to ignore the rules of the sect?
However, just as he thought this, Yang Chen had already pressed his Dao Intent down.
Layer upon layer of crushing pressure felt like a massive mountain, impossible to resist. The difference was vast, like heaven and earth. For a moment, Lin Baihuo felt his will collapse, utterly unable to defend against Yang Chen's methods.
Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood, completely losing his willpower. He struggled to get up under the pressure of Yang Chen's Dao Intent, his body on the verge of exploding and dying at any moment.
Seeing this scene, the onlookers couldn't believe their eyes.