Stillness.
The complete opposite of the Apricot Realm's blazing bustle.
At this moment, "stillness" was the only word that could describe Holy Firmament Hall... No, Holy Firmament Hall was gone!
Amid the shattered ruins, Bei Bei, Ao Sheng, and the other young people stared in horror at the man in the wheelchair, who still held his drawn bow like a crescent moon.
Even the mountain guardians of Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain and the rest had snapped out of their certainty that "the situation was firmly under control." Only one thought remained in everyone's minds: Impossible!
Then came countless questions:
"Fish Elder was nailed to the Grand Formation?"
"Even Nine-Sacrifice Osmanthus couldn't escape disaster?"
More seriously...
"The Xuanji Hall Master was shot dead on the spot by several consecutive arrows?!"
Everyone had thought that with Great Emperor Cangsheng's return, Holy Spirit Hall was about to see a great reversal.
Yet before this scene, it was simply too hard to believe!
In the end, all the questions in their minds converged into one: "Great Emperor Cangsheng is a Saint Slave too?"
A flash of light and shadow flickered atop the Heavenly Ladder, and a golden-robed figure hurried down. Before he even landed, he let out a roar:
"Ai Cangsheng!"
At the shout, Ai Cangsheng on the wheelchair calmly lowered the Evil Sin Bow without even looking sideways, as though he had merely done something utterly ordinary.
The nearby young people turned back blankly, only then having their eyes stung by that flash of gold.
The adjudicator! When the adjudicator from atop the Heavenly Ladder met those gazes, he finally saw the Holy Firmament Hall reduced to nothing but wreckage.
He knew he had come too late.
But...
Why had no one stopped Ai Cangsheng? The adjudicator's scrutinizing gaze first fell upon Nine-Sacrifice Osmanthus.