749. The Attitudes of the Three Backing Mountains

Northern Domain, Purple Cloud Sect, Purple Heaven Hall.

Dense purple Spiritual Energy permeated the hall. Coiling dragon pillars were wrapped in flowing purple clouds, bathing the entire main hall in a violet haze.

Upon the main seat, True Monarch Purple Cloud sat with a face as dark as water, saying nothing.

He wore a deep-purple brocade robe, his face white as jade. A cold gleam flickered in his purple eyes, and the terrifying pressure of a Quasi-Heavenly Sovereign faintly radiated from him, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

Below, on either side, Venerable Leiyin and the Golden Eagle Emperor sat facing each other, their expressions equally ugly to the extreme.

Venerable Leiyin was still wearing that loose gray robe, both sleeves hanging empty—after Shiluo shattered his Great Universe Sleeve, he had yet to find a suitable replacement.

That round face of his, which had always carried a kindly smile, was now wrinkled into a knot. His gaze dodged about, and from time to time he looked outside the hall, as if he could still see that ten-thousand-zhang Arhat Dharma Image on Tianluo Platform.

He had truly been beaten into psychological trauma.

As for the Golden Eagle Emperor, his golden robe was in tatters, the feathers on his shoulders had yet to grow back fully, his face was pale, and his aura was dispirited.

After being severely wounded by Shiluo's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he had still not fully recovered. When he looked at True Monarch Purple Cloud, his eyes were filled with helplessness and bitterness.

The main hall was deathly silent, with only the heavy breathing of the three men rising and falling.

After a long while, True Monarch Purple Cloud finally broke the silence, his voice as cold as if it had been tempered in ice:

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