How could the worldly-wise Zhen Yunzi and Old Woman Xue, along with Murong Xue, who had weathered countless trials after becoming sect master, fail to hear that Ao Dahei was merely putting on a show of politeness?
But just then, a sudden change occurred.
The ten-thousand-zhang black gate that had originally stood in the void began to slowly open. At once, a frigid, hell-like aura surged out of the gate like a tidal wave, and the temperature throughout the Tian Yuan Realm seemed to plummet in an instant.
The sudden upheaval made all the living beings in the Tian Yuan Realm tremble.
That cold aura was like a knife, scraping against the bones of every living being in the Tian Yuan Realm.
"Here so soon?!" Ao Dahei was shocked at the sight.
"When will the experts of your dragon clan come down?" Zhen Yunzi hurriedly asked Ao Dahei.
Ao Dahei's expression turned terribly ugly. "How would I know? I'm not afraid to tell you that after I sent a message to the Immortal World, there hasn't been the slightest response—it vanished like a mud cow sinking into the sea.
"Although no one is in charge of the Tian Yuan Realm, logically speaking, it still belongs to one of the Three Thousand Small Worlds under your Dao Tian Immortal Palace in the Immortal World. It's merely been left to fend for itself. Hurry and send a message for help. Perhaps the herder from your Dao Tian Immortal Palace will arrive soon!"
In truth, Ao Dahei had another guess in mind, but he did not want it to be true. If it was, he would be completely doomed.
That guess was that since the Nether Luo Ancient Clan had dared to attack the Tian Yuan Realm, one of the Three Thousand Small