Those few seconds felt as long as forty-eight hours.
Now, no one could laugh.
In an atmosphere frozen as if the show had gone cold, everyone's expressions stiffened on their faces.
There were more experts?!
Everything had already settled. Everyone had finished watching the spectacle and was ready to dig into the banquet before heading home, but then Lou Yanyue set off that firecracker and blew open a goddamn shit pit... What the hell was this?!
At the moment everyone least expected it, when they were most caught off guard, the Evil Transformation Cult suddenly popped out just like that.
Like a cockroach crawling out from beneath a cupboard.
A wave of screams erupted.
As the saying went, accepting it didn't mean agreeing with it. Today, we could all be the Evil Transformation Cult, but you weren't allowed to actually be the Evil Transformation Cult! Even when the Evil Transformation Cult was absent, everyone had enthusiastically cosplayed them, but the instant the Evil Transformation Cult appeared, every bit of that wonderful, romantic anime atmosphere vanished.
Everyone went into a stress response.
Hiss!
The earth-shattering roar continued all the way beneath the Nine Lands. Lou Feng stared at Ji Jue in stunned disbelief, sucking in a cold breath, then another. "You made it this big?"
He immediately tore into him. "You fucking bastard, have you gone insane?!"
All one could say was, this was reputation... He skipped right past the question of whether it was true or not. Relying on his sharp instincts, he had already pinpointed the suspect, Ji Jue, several times, only to stop himself from speaking.
He had suffering he couldn't voice, and tears were practically about to spill.
He was completely numb.
"I didn't do it, it wasn't me!!"
Fine, he did seem to perhaps, maybe, possibly,