Nine streaks of ghostly light shot toward Ye Zhen with extreme suddenness and incredible speed.
Only as the ghostly lights closed in on Ye Zhen did the furious shout ring out.
The ghostly lights themselves radiated the aura of World King Realm Ninth Heaven Peak, but what truly alarmed Ye Zhen were the icy, needle-pricking auras concealed within them, stabbing at his skin.
Under such circumstances, even though Ye Zhen's Black Dragon Hegemony Body had reached the third level and his physical body was as tough as a High-grade Town Artifact—enough to withstand head-on attacks from mid- to late-stage World King Realm experts—he still dared not be careless before those piercingly cold auras.
Acting on instinct, Ye Zhen swiftly twisted through the air, evading several ghostly lights as Heavenly Thunder Spirit Fire surged forth and incinerated all the incoming lights.
Yet unexpectedly, with a sharp clang, the jade blade in Ye Zhen's hand suddenly shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.
One of the ghostly lights had struck the jade blade in Ye Zhen's hand.
At the same instant, emerald light spread out sharply. Princess Changle swept her wide water sleeves, which formed a wall before Ye Zhen.
"Who dares cause trou—"
Before she could finish, Princess Changle froze. "Second Hall Master, Third Hall Master? When did you return?" Her voice was full of surprise.
"Hmph. If we hadn't returned, you would have turned the Barbarian Spirit Hall upside down."
Two burly, rough-looking men strode in from the depths of the Barbarian Spirit Hall, their sword-like gazes fixed directly upon Ye Zhen.
"May I ask, First Deputy Hall Master, with the position of true Hall Master of the Barbarian Spirit Hall vacant, how can you privately bestow the post of Left Grand Chief Priest without our consent?" Balong,