Chapter 65: Five Thunder Splitting Sword

Lin Yuan's gaze met the translucent barrier of the ancient defensive formation.

The grand array, a masterpiece forged centuries ago by the Xu Clan's founding ancestors, pulsed violently. It formed a massive, impenetrable dome over the inner sanctum of the estate, designed to withstand the continuous bombardment of a dozen Core Formation experts. Yet, under the stare of a single Nascent Soul cultivator, the barrier seemed to hum with an instinctive anxiety.

Inside the dome, the atmosphere was one of terror.

The thousands of disciples, servants, and lower-level elders who had been pressed face-first into the floor were desperately trying to compose themselves. As the crushing weight of the Nascent Soul aura slightly stabilized—not because Lin Yuan showed mercy, but because their bodies had grown numb to the pressure—a few of them managed to slowly, and agonizingly raise their heads.