Setting down his cup, Lu Sheng raised his eyes and let them settle quietly on Duan Fang behind Bai Ze.
"Much sooner than I originally estimated. It seems the source of everything was you, wasn't it?"
Under his gaze, Duan Fang felt as though the surface of his body were being scorched by a ball of fire. Merely swept by that gaze, the corresponding parts of his body turned burning hot and red, as if branded by a red-hot iron.
He could not help taking a step back, trying to hide more of himself behind Bai Ze.
"An interesting little fellow." Lu Sheng smiled.
Those few words were no different from admitting Bai Ze and the other Demon Gods' accusations.
The atmosphere in the great hall instantly changed. Vast primordial spirit auras from the Demon Gods surged forth one after another.
This small palace simply could not withstand the clashing auras of so many Demon Gods.
Cracks spread across the surrounding walls and ceiling.
Led by Bai Ze, the Demon Gods all fixed dangerous gazes on Lu Sheng, yet he seemed wholly unaware.
Yu Xuan's face was filled with horror, but she did not dare move in the slightest. Even as a Demon God, she did not dare act rashly in such a deadlocked atmosphere. Otherwise, with the slightest misstep, all those mutually entangled pressures and auras would come crashing down on her in an instant.
So many Demon God auras were enough to inflict grievous injuries upon her in a single moment.
Yet compared to the shock to her body, the shock to her mind was even harder to accept.
She stared blankly at Lu Sheng, utterly unsure what expression she should use to face him. This bloodline clansman whom she had initially brought up from the Lower Realm