Gasps rippled through the hall.
From Yu Xuan's shadow, four figures stepped out in perfect unison.
The moment they were fully revealed, the atmosphere changed.
Because the robes they wore were unmistakable – Discipline Committee uniforms.
Though all four were only Tier Three, the tension in the hall spiked instantly.
No one dared underestimate them.
Within the sect, there was an unspoken rule.
Once the Discipline Committee stepped in, matters never ended cleanly.
They were not called cold-blooded enforcers for nothing.
Before anyone could react.
Yu Xuan reached out and grabbed the head of the Tier Four cultivator who had approached him.
The white-haired man stiffened.
Despite the sudden fear crawling up his spine for unknown reasons, he didn't immediately resist.
After all his cultivation was higher.
Or so he thought.
The next instant—
The world flipped upside down.
The white-haired cultivator slammed into the ground with a deafening crash, forced to his knees.
