Several hundred experts who had rushed over in a mad scramble froze.
Because, in the very next instant, blood suddenly flowed from the ears of the women behind Second Generation Bi Luo.
Clearly, their eardrums had been ruined. They could no longer hear anything.
"Covering your ears while stealing a bell? Ridiculous!"
"You should have blown out your own eyeballs."
"Still, even if you blow out your eyeballs, we'll install beautiful gems and pearls in them."
"That'll make things even more interesting."
"Ha ha!"
Yet, some quick-witted fellows sensed that something was wrong. In that very same instant, they too destroyed their own eardrums.
Just then:
Second Generation Bi Luo parted her little lips and said:
"Chu Qing!"
Her voice was not loud.
But under the effect of a secret art, it spread through the Four Directions, covering an area of more than ten miles.
Within that range, anyone whose eardrums had not been pierced, anyone who heard the name Chu Qing and saw her lip movements, suffered a blow in that very instant.
These people, regardless of their strength—even those who bore the title of Overlord—were struck by something unseen.
Under this blow:
Those without Myth and Overlord titles were the most severely injured. Their five viscera and six bowels nearly burst apart.
Titled powerhouses suffered only light injuries.
They were terrified, aghast.
"Is this a sonic technique?"
"Or does that name contain a Great Terror?"
Those who were weak and severely wounded forgot that name in an instant.
But the powerful still retained that name in their minds—
"Chu Qing?"
"Who is that?"
They contemplated the name.
Then:
The blow brought by the name arose from nowhere once more, battering their spirit and energy, battering everything about them.
The group of experts vomited blood again.
"Do not contemplate