Zhou Xuan raised his head.
The Court Guardian Pavilion Master suddenly burst into laughter, the piercing sound making the cave walls tremble.
"Good! What an ant, ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of earth! Today, I shall grant your wish and let you deliver yourself to death! And let you witness the true terror of a Peerless Grade Dao fruit!"
As the Court Guardian Pavilion Master's laughter subsided, the black command token hovered before her palm.
The command token did not unleash its power immediately.
But the wind-thunder talisman patterns inside the cave were already spiraling out of control.
The arcs of lightning coursing along the stone walls went out one after another, and the wisps of wind on the ground were forced back into the cracks. Even the wind-thunder origin source hovering above the Stone Platform shrank into a tight ball, its silver-purple light steadily contracting.
Zhao Tu braced himself against the Stone Platform, breathing heavily.
The wound on his chest had only just stopped bleeding, and the sword intent left by Old Ancestor Cangwu's strike was still roaming through his body. Without Zhou Xuan's taiyi divine power holding it down, he would not even have been able to stand steadily.
Yet Zhao Tu still raised his head and stared at the black command token.
"That thing doesn't look like anything good."
Old Ancestor Xuanming's face twitched.
"No shit."
"Could something that nearly crushed the breath out of all four of us be anything good?"
Zhao Tu coughed up a mouthful of blood and muttered under his breath.
"Fair point."
The Court Guardian Pavilion Master gripped the Black Staff, and a ring of black markings slowly emerged beneath her feet.
The moment those markings appeared, the purple-gold laws before the Alliance Leader gave a faint crackle,