Li Wuzhen had been killed!
Even his head had been carried in and displayed before everyone's eyes!
The atmosphere in the great hall instantly turned stifling, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Almost instinctively, those Immortal Lords rose to their feet and shielded the younger generation beside them behind their backs, their gazes all locking onto the Silver-robed Man who had entered the hall.
He was tall and slender, with handsome features. Purple Divine Flame coiled around him, and his aura was cold and terrifying.
As he arrived, a bloody stench like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood spread through the entire hall, making hearts tremble.
Su Yi remained seated, calmly pouring himself a cup of wine.
His unruffled composure made Tang Bao Er glance at him again. This fellow truly had the bearing of a great general—calm in the face of danger, as though no one else existed.
With that thought, Tang Bao Er, who had originally intended to stand as well, remained seated.
Yet at that moment, no one paid attention to juniors like Su Yi and Tang Bao Er.
Including Tang Lingqi, everyone's gaze was fixed upon the Silver-robed Man, their brows carrying a trace of grave tension.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? Why did you kill Fellow Daoist Li Wuzhen?"
A tall Immortal Lord in purple robes spoke in a deep voice.
The Silver-robed Man smiled, tossed the bloody head in his hand onto the floor, then slowly swept his gaze over everyone in the hall.
When he spotted Su Yi and Tang Bao Er sitting there, he paused slightly before directly ignoring them.
Then he raised three fingers. With a sinister smile, he said unhurriedly, "Do not be afraid, everyone. I came here to do only three things."
"First, I