Nine Tribulations Dao Venerable Returns to Work

Starlight Market.

The Golden Gate was still glowing.

Light leaked through the crack in the door, spreading across the black floor tiles, cold enough to make one's heart shudder.

The Old Monsters waiting in line outside all craned their necks.

No one spoke.

Even their breathing had softened.

The commotion inside just now had been too terrifying.

It had not been an ordinary fight.

It had been the sound of the Great Dao shattering, Origin trembling, and even the River of Ages being seized and severed in a single grip.

At the back of the line, several Fifth Step Old Monsters had pale faces, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat.

"How did it go inside?"

Someone could not resist sending a voice transmission.

"How else could it go? Nine Tribulations Dao Venerable personally made a move. No matter how arrogant that brat was, he should be crawling by now."

"But why did the screams just now not sound like they came from that brat?"

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

They all looked toward the Golden Gate.

It was unnaturally quiet inside.

So quiet that their scalps tingled.

Suddenly.

Click.

The door opened.

Every Old Monster stiffened.

A figure slowly walked out.

Yang Yu.

There was not the slightest trace of post-battle exhaustion on his face. Even his clothes were perfectly neat.

One hand was in his pocket, while the other casually held an Origin Chain.

The chain was crystal-clear and radiant, its aura cold enough to pierce the soul.

At the other end of the chain, someone was being dragged along.

Bang.

Yang Yu casually flicked his hand.

That person crashed onto the tiles like a broken sack.

At the dull impact, many people around them twitched their eyelids.

Everyone lowered their heads.