You Long lifted her eyes slightly and swept her gaze across the scene. A terrifying, invisible pressure instantly left everyone in Purple Hall unable to move!
The terrifying suppression of those above over those below made even their breathing seem to stop.
At that moment, You Long spoke.
"Which one is the Seventh Prince?"
Her voice was light and clear, giving people the impression that she was untouched by worldly concerns.
"Reporting to the Great Elder, the Seventh Prince isn't here. They're people from Purple Hall. They've already pledged allegiance to the First Prince, who has no bloodline power, and are stopping me from finding the Seventh Prince!"
"So they're from the You Family. But they've forgotten their ancestral precepts, so they're no longer worthy of being considered members of the You Family."
At You Long's words, the Hall Master of Purple Hall's expression changed. He was just about to speak when a gash suddenly tore open across his neck, and blood gushed from the wound like a fountain.
What kind of martial art was this?! It was more than eerie—it was downright bizarre!
The Hall Master of Purple Hall opened his mouth in terror, trying to say something. But the wider he opened it, the wider the wound split. With a sharp crack, his head separated from his neck and fell to the ground. His face still wore an expression of desperate effort, his mouth agape and the veins bulging across his forehead.
Seeing the headless corpse of the Hall Master of Purple Hall on the ground, the other guards from Purple Hall dropped to their knees, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
But as they kowtowed, their heads began to disconnect one after another and tumble to the ground.
In just a short while, these Cloud-level martial artists had