"Hm? What is it?"
His enjoyment interrupted, the Sub-Palace Master of the Martial Soul Hall frowned in displeasure.
"My lord, Mu's Soul-Imbued Talisman... it shattered!"
Gazing at the Soul-Imbued Talisman, broken into three pieces in the man's hand, the Sub-Palace Master's hand, which was raising a teacup, froze in mid-air.
The teacup then fell to the floor, shattering with a CRASH.
An extremely oppressive aura slowly filled the entire hall.
"Mu... his Soul-Imbued Talisman shattered... Mu's Soul-Imbued Talisman... why did it shatter?!"
The Sub-Palace Master shot to his feet, kicking the table before him to smithereens. An incredibly powerful and terrifying aura surged from his body, and it felt as if a monstrous tidal wave was roiling through the hall.
The dozen or so dancers and singers, all low-level Martial Artists, couldn't withstand such a terrifying aura. Under its overwhelming pressure, they exploded one by one in despair, dissolving into clouds of Martial Soul Power.
