"Fuck?"
At the ruins of the First Hall of Sin, before the Thousand-Li Mirror Transmission Technique, nearly everyone's heads were blown off in shock.
They had only just pressured the burly man into reopening the Spirit Mirror.
Who would have thought that the instant the image resumed, they would see something so explosive: the Demon Emperor Black Dragon had shrunk down, burrowed into the ground, and begged for mercy...
Xu Xiaoshou stood in the air with sword in hand, lofty and above all...
"Impossible!"
"Am I seeing things?"
"It was only interrupted for a moment. How did Fallen Abyss turn into this? Is this the Illusion Sword Technique?"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal has emerged? Where is he?"
Some seized the burly man by the collar and demanded to know whether the image had malfunctioned.
Yet the answer they received left them speechless:
The Thousand-Li Mirror Transmission Technique's image could not be delayed, much less falsified. The interruption just now had not been deliberate either; it had been cut off by some mysterious force.
"So, before the Holy Emperor begged for mercy, he deliberately interrupted our feed?"
Damn it! I truly deserved to die! Why was I so curious? Everyone slapped themselves wildly, feeling they had stumbled into grave trouble.
This was not something one could peek at—Demon Emperor Black Dragon looked terribly vindictive. They had seen this image now; what would they do when the Long Family came to settle old scores afterward? "Eh? Brother, why is your Spirit Mirror screen black?"
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up and inject spiritual essence! We can't see anything. What the hell are you doing?"
"Are you sick? With your pathetic strength, this venerable one is ashamed to stand with you. I should leave Sky City first. I'm going!"
"Yes, yes, I'm leaving too."
"Wait,