"Something's wrong!"
Su Ye frowned and scanned his surroundings warily.
That assassination attempt had been far too sloppy.
No matter how foolish the Phantom Sound King was, he could not have believed that a mere Sixth Heaven Martial Artist could assassinate Xu Yinyin.
And the assassin's decision to blow himself into a spray of flesh the moment he failed was even stranger.
There was only one explanation.
They had something bigger planned.
But what?
Su Ye kept his Bodhi Blood Eyes active, yet sensed no malicious gaze.
Instead, the explosion onstage had thrown the audience, who had been preparing to leave the concert, into a panic.
Watching a person burst into a spray of flesh before their eyes was terrifying for many ordinary people, and even for Low-tier Martial Artists.
Fear spread and intensified easily in a crowd.
The venue erupted in chaos.
Then several more Flesh Bombs went off among the crowd.
Panic surged. People pressed against one another, desperate to leave this dangerous place and flee back to the city, back to their homes.
With tens of thousands of people at the concert, the mass panic left everyone onstage looking grim.
If the crowd rushed the exits, a stampede could easily follow.
"Serena, get someone to help manage the crowd! And where are those High-tier Martial Artists with the Earth Attribute? Have them follow the plan we agreed on—widen the exits and build more Escape Routes!"
Xu Zining called to Serena anxiously.
Xu Zining had been on guard for anything that might go wrong at the concert.
No one knew when the Phantom Sound King would appear. They intended to lie in wait and capture him alive, but they did not want the audience harmed in the process.
So Xu Zining and Serena had discussed contingency plans for