"Uncle!"
"Brother!"
Both Shi Caiyuan were exclaiming in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.
My God, how is this possible?
Shi Hua was looking at Shi Hao with terror, not only because the other's spiritual oppression was too terrifying, but also because of a bloodline suppression. It was as if a vassal had seen a king, with no choice but to prostrate himself.
If his cultivation had been a bit higher, or if Shi Hao's realm were a little lower, then he could have relied on the power of his strength to counteract this suppression, but now, with both in the same realm, it was truly like a lion bullying a lamb.
No wonder all the big shots were startled because of Shi Hao—the bloodline was too horrifying.
Even under the same realm, no matter how much stronger their power was than Shi Hao's, what good was immense strength when bloodline suppression was at play?
"Get lost!" Shi Hao once again coldly commanded, withdrawing the spiritual pressure.
