A heavy soul pressure washed over the ten Inferno Sect disciples, and they were all forced to the ground.
"W-what?"
The leading disciple, Marc, had no choice but to unleash his spiritual pressure to resist the oppressive weight of Seraph's soul.
"Argh."
He groaned as he stood up, then glared at Seraph.
"So you're a core court disciple? Hmph! I'll let you know that I'm also in the core court of my sect, and my elder brother is already a King Stage cultivator. Very soon, he'll become an elder. Don't you dare try anything with me."
Seraph yawned and looked at him. "Still talking loudly? I said keep your knees on the ground."
The soul pressure suddenly intensified, pushing Marc back to his knees.
"You bastard!"
He shouted in fury as he felt his bones pop and shift from the invisible weight. It was agonizing, and it felt like he would soon be crushed.
'Wait. The others—?'
