Jing University, in front of the Administration Building.
The downpour stopped.
But the atmosphere had grown even more oppressive.
It was as if an even more violent storm was about to arrive.
An Emperor Realm battle, on the verge of breaking out.
On one side were three titans of the Human Race, each a guardian of a region. On the other were seven Patriarchs of the Noble Families who controlled the very lifeblood of Kyoto.
The scent of gunpowder in the air had reached its absolute peak.
Just as their auras clashed and they were a hair's breadth from striking…
"Stop, all of you."
An aged voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
The voice wasn't loud. It even sounded a bit weak, like that of an old man in the twilight of his life.
But it was bizarre.
The instant the voice sounded, the once-violent Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi immediately calmed.
Li Zhantian's aura, which was like a volcano about to erupt, was forcefully suppressed back into his body.
