"Everyone, what do you mean?"
The Palace Lord of the Demon Palace rose from his seat. The surrounding space immediately collapsed, sending him into the void.
Facing that silent space where cold and darkness eternally reigned, where there was no light and not the slightest sign of life, he asked coldly,
Next.
Among the three Saint Elders, Duanmu Peng and Lei Qin entered the void as well. The white-browed, white-haired Old Angler chuckled and followed them into the void.
In an instant, four of the six Great Mystic Art Users of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace seated in the upper area of the banquet had entered the void.
Only Saint Elders Luo Yuanjing and Yue Chuanming remained behind to preside over the gathering.
After the Palace Lord of the Demon Palace and the three Great Mystic Art Users entered the void, the space in the upper area immediately repaired itself, returning to its original state as if nothing had happened.
Saint Elder Luo Yuanjing, seated in the upper area, raised his wine cup with a genial smile and addressed the martial artists present:
"It's just a minor matter. Everyone, don't take it to heart."
"Let's continue drinking and enjoying ourselves."
Saint Elder Luo Yuanjing stepped forward to preside over the situation, signaling for everyone to continue drinking and making merry as the singing and dancing resumed.
Seeing all nine prodigies of Qiankun Sect die horribly at Lin Bai's hands dealt a considerable shock to the dragon clan and Demon Realm prodigies nearby.
They had come with the intention of exchanging pointers in martial arts, not to risk their lives against Lin Bai and the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace.
Long Rui of the dragon clan looked somewhat awkward. A trace of embarrassment appeared on his handsome face.
Suddenly, Long Rui