Crack!

A faint snapping sound echoed.

Godric’s hand moved in a blur. Without wasting a single motion, he slammed his palm down onto the armrest of his seat.

The armrest had been forged from ten-thousand-year dark iron blended with divine metal—unimaginably hard. Even a full-force strike from an ordinary High Immortal cultivator would struggle to leave a mark.

But under his blow—heavy with everything he was holding back—it disintegrated into powder.

Boom!

A savage aura erupted from Godric, sweeping across the entire Empyrean Hall.