The moment those words were spoken.
Dead silence fell over the dim dungeon.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
The Lower Realm?
Ascension?
Those two terms exploded in everyone's minds like thunder from the nine heavens.
Scar drew a deep breath.
He walked up to the Primal Chaos Martial Saint.
He clamped down hard on the Primal Chaos Martial Saint's chin, forcing him to look straight at him.
He wanted to find some trace of a lie in the Primal Chaos Martial Saint's eyes.
Scar stared fixedly at him.
He stared for a full half an incense stick's time.
Only then did he release his grip.
The Primal Chaos Martial Saint slumped on the floor like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath.
An ascender from the Lower Realm!
Scar's heart hammered wildly.
Beside him, the black-robed interrogator came back to his senses.
With a grave expression, he asked Scar, "Chief, what should we do now?"
Scar pondered briefly.
The implications were far too great.
This was certainly not something a mere branch chief like him could handle on his own authority.
"Pass down my order. Seal off the dungeon."
Scar spun around and barked fiercely.
"Without my written authorization, anyone who dares come even half a step closer is to be killed without mercy!"
He glanced at everyone present again.
His gaze was cold and sinister.
"If anyone breathes so much as half a word about what happened today, all nine degrees of their kin will be exterminated!"
Everyone fell silent as cicadas in winter, hastily nodding their assent.
Scar rushed out of the dungeon.
He did not dare waste a moment.
He immediately used the Night Owl Hall's highest-level communication method.
He reported directly to headquarters.
Yang Province.
Green Maple Valley.
The Night Owl Hall