"What is this supposed to be..."
"If he dies in there, will Feng Qingyao come and raise hell in our Immortal Sacred Land?"
One of the Hall Masters spoke slowly, his gaze fixed on the spot where Shen Yi had disappeared.
"Why would she? He wanted to go in himself. It wasn't as if we tricked him."
"And why did you two withdraw access to the Kunwu Branch just now? Do you think I was wrong?"
The Hall Master of Cangwu Hall turned and swept a cold gaze over the other two Hall Masters.
If they had not suddenly withdrawn access to the Kunwu Branch, he was confident he could have subdued Shen Yi within three strikes, given how badly Shen Yi had been losing.
"Wrong? What could you possibly have done wrong?"
One of the Hall Masters answered the Hall Master of Cangwu Hall's dismissive words with a sneer.
More than half the Holy Land had vanished in the blink of an eye. If they had not stopped him, the Holy Land would have been destroyed by its own people before Feng Qingyao even came knocking.
They had studied the Kunwu Branch's effects ever since they found it deep in the Dead Domain.
After centuries of research, their conclusion was that it had a natural ability to draw upon rules.
They had each tried wielding it, only to discover that it demanded an ocean of rules, far beyond what an ordinary Authority Holder could command. Only by rooting it in the Holy Land and securing the support of the other Hall Masters was it possible to use the Kunwu Branch.
But the cost of using it was plain to see.
With the Holy Land's rules already in turmoil, the cost of using the Kunwu Branch had pushed it to