In stark contrast to Second Elder Yun, the Holy Envoy could hardly conceal his delight. If not for the fact that he still had his wits about him, he would have cried out in excitement.
Seeing Second Elder Yun about to leave the hall and interfere in the life-and-death battle unfolding at Jade Floating Mountain, his expression suddenly changed. His heart tightened, and he gave a cold snort. "What do you think you're doing, Second Elder Yun? Do you take this Holy Envoy for air, or do you simply have no regard for the Yun family's dignity? I'll say it again: until the battle at Jade Floating Mountain is over, no one may leave this place."
As he spoke, a palm-sized Golden Bull Horn appeared in his hand. He sent a strand of divine sense into it, and streams of mysterious yellow light poured from the horn, forming walls of light that sealed off the entire palace in the blink of an eye.
Second Elder Yun's speeding figure slammed into the wall of light and was immediately hurled back.
He was about to lash out at the Holy Envoy when he suddenly saw what was happening on the enormous screen. His eyes bulged, and blood seeped from them.
On the screen, a gigantic, dazzling fireball had just burst into being. The three guards who had thrown themselves into activating their secret treasures to form a barrier around the others had been reduced to ashes—not even their souls had escaped.
Thanks to those three guards' desperate effort to hold the line, the Yun family's Ninth Elder managed to activate the Ingot Robe. It was the only Ingot Robe the Yun family still had.
The moment the Ingot Robe's barrier appeared, it immediately enveloped everyone.
The group then desperately urged their true