On the third day after Yang Yu and Zhu Zhuqing left Spirit City, Holy Son's Palace remained outwardly relaxed but inwardly tense. Yue Guan presided over the center, seemingly calm, but his spiritual sense had long since enveloped the entire Holy Son's Palace grounds. No movement, however slight, could escape his perception.
The night was deep. A blurred shadow that nearly blended into the darkness itself drifted soundlessly over the warning Soul Tools around Holy Son's Palace. Like weightless smoke, it moved without any discernible pattern, appearing and vanishing as it flawlessly evaded every open and hidden sentry, heading straight for the core area—the main hall where Yang Yu normally lived and cultivated.
"Netherworld" floated outside the main hall like a true ghost. He sensed Yue Guan's Titled Douluo aura within the hall, along with dozens of comparatively weaker Soul Power fluctuations, but he alone could not detect Yang Yu's aura.
The target isn't here? Or has he concealed his aura?
Netherworld did not hesitate. His orders were to investigate Yang Yu and seize him if the opportunity arose. Since the target might not be present, he would first eliminate these troublesome guards and force them to reveal Yang Yu's whereabouts.
His figure flickered as he slipped into the shadows of the main hall like Gui Mei, his target the nearest patrol squad.
Just as he was about to strike—
"I've been waiting for you!"
Yue Guan's icy voice rang out abruptly! At the same time, countless golden chrysanthemum petals swept in from every direction like a torrential downpour. Every petal contained fierce sword energy, instantly sealing off every path of escape for Netherworld!
Netherworld's body suddenly stiffened, as though he had not expected his opponent to be prepared. Yet he reacted with incredible speed. His body twisted bonelessly, narrowly