Not a sound.
The moment An Jing said this, no one replied. Even the onlookers barely dared to breathe, quietly stopping their recordings— a Purple Mansion Master had been defeated in defiance by a Foundation Establishment cultivator wielding a Dharma Treasure, left lying on the ground like a dead dog, unable to move. It was certainly an exceedingly rare sight, but if they truly posted it, they likely could not bear the Yuan Family's wrath.
Yet in truth, the Yuan Family itself, together with the Old Ancestor behind them, was too stunned for words. How could they spare any thought for such trivial matters as losing face?
[Who... was it?!]
Far away, a vast will—the Yuan Family's Old Ancestor—was deeply shaken. Its Divine Sense echoed through the Taixu: [Which fellow Daoist has acted? To show my Yuan Family so little face?!]
Though angry, it was even more astonished.
The Heavenly Survey Sealing Art mastered by the Yuan Family had, in fact, blanketed the entire district from the very beginning. It could detect the entry and manipulation of any external power.
The power An Xuan had erupted with earlier, which had allowed him to break free of Yuan Junzai's Supernatural Ability, had been regarded as a power inherent to the Dharma Treasure itself. That was nothing strange, so the Yuan Family's Old Ancestor, who had been monitoring everything, had not paid it much mind. And though An Xuan truly defeating Yuan Junzai with a Dharma Treasure had been somewhat surprising, it was no great matter to a well-traveled Golden Core True Lord who had lived long—throughout Tianyuan's history, there had been no shortage of Purple Mansion Masters of genius commanding Taixu warships to defeat great Golden Core Demons. If humanity lacked such foundations and such geniuses, how could it possibly have