The moment Second Master Yuan died, presences in the Unpredictable Outer Void sensed it at once.
Five or six blurry figures, black holes flickering into view all around them, gathered together with chilling auras.
"Yuan Little Two is dead?"
"It was that traitorous brat again! That boy truly is the bane of our clan. First, he brought death upon the Three Venerables of Void Peeking whom we had supported at immense cost, then he successively brought death upon two of our clan's Quasi-Saints. He absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"
"If Yuan He and Yuan Ming had not opposed suppressing him, that collateral branch offspring who hindered the main lineage would have been crushed long ago. How could there have been a day like this?"
"I don't quite like hearing that! Little Two's death cannot entirely be blamed on that boy, can it? He had clearly held back. It was Little San whose heart was too ruthless and whose hand was too dark..."
"No matter what, when the Holy Hall moves against that boy in the Western Heaven next time, we must unite our views as well. We must secretly stir the heavenly workings and destroy him together!"
"The most urgent matter now is not punishing Little San, but quickly supporting those little mayflies so they can leave the cosmos and preserve our clan's influence in the Ruined Remains. Otherwise, we will all become passive because of this..."
Divine thoughts collided and communicated in the void like invisible lightning, and they swiftly settled upon their plans for revenge and response.
Meanwhile, Li Qingyun's will projection had just been about to detour to the Guǐ Daoist's Bronze Grotto-heaven when his expression suddenly shifted slightly. Then he let out a soft sigh.
He had "seen" Second Master Yuan perish as well!
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