Provoking the Benevolent to Fury (1)

The world had suddenly turned ethereal.

The trial-takers of the Four Symbols Secret Realm, the red and white-clothed people, and even the depths of everyone's souls resonated with the crisp sound of droplets falling and rippling.

"Drip, drop!"

It echoed from nowhere, cleansing the souls and spirits.

As goosebumps spread and pores opened, it seemed to also siphon away some power.

At that moment, everyone raised their gaze, and the world before their eyes had faded into shades of pure black, gray, and white.

A wisp of cold mist summoned the spirits, sketching out the ink-painted azure sky.

In the airspace of the Four Symbols Secret Realm, a hazy mist condensed, and within a blink of an eye, a furious tide surged three hundred feet high out of nowhere!

"Boom!"