"The inside of the ship was cramped. Even if a few juniors were only at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, this place couldn't withstand their attacks. Looking at it now, it really was wrecked badly enough. Damage like this looked as though it had been caused by disciples from the Ninth Heaven Profound Realm." Huo Ming looked me up and down before saying, "Yun Mu, what cultivation art are you using? How is it so powerful?"
"Uncle-Master Huo, this is a spell of realm power, a secret art taught by an extraordinary expert from beyond the mortal world. Besides, most of the damage here wasn't caused by this disciple. It was all from the heavy hands of the senior brothers and sisters." I reminded him. Huo Ming had clearly asked that on purpose.
"You!" A group of disciples immediately cried out that they had been wronged.
Zhao Chen'an's expression inevitably changed, but he still pretended nothing had happened. Huo Ming gave an "oh," then said to Zhao Chen'an, "Junior Brother Zhao, luckily Deputy Sect Master Shang stopped you in time. Otherwise, if you'd injured a disciple of an extraordinary expert, even reaching the Heavenly Dao Realm might not have saved you. I heard Senior Sister Deputy Sect Master say that this was one of the Three Palaces of Sky City. Even if only a split form and transformed shadow had come, killing a Heavenly Dao cultivator would probably have been effortless."
Zhao Chen'an clicked his tongue, but this time he didn't dare say a word. He knew that eating the wrong food at worst gave you a stomachache, but saying the wrong thing could cost you your life.
Just as everyone was preparing to demand an accounting, Shang Li suddenly froze for a moment. After apparently receiving some message, she said,