The icy notification sounded like a thunderclap, exploding simultaneously above countless Plot Worlds and many planets beyond the Heavens Tower.
Return of the Condor Heroes Plot World.
A member of the Feng Royal Clan was arrogantly directing his Servant Players in their assault on Mount Zhongnan.
Dozens of gray-clad servants wore expressionless faces and struck with ruthless force. Beneath the sweeping Xiantian True Qi, Quanzhen Sect disciples fell in swaths like grass before a scythe.
Suddenly, a notification only Players could hear rang by their ears. The Servant Players, who had been slaughtering in all directions, froze at the same time. A long-lost spark of life abruptly lit their ash-gray eyes.
"The contract... has been voided?"
A weathered voice that had long remained silent spoke up, as though asking a companion nearby, yet also asking itself.
The next moment, one Servant Player shuddered all over, turned around, cast his lightness skill, abandoned the Quanzhen Sect disciples advancing toward him, and charged at the arrogantly standing Royal Clan Player behind them.
Iron Palm Arts surged. His fleshy palms slashed out tyrannically, and the violent palm wind sent several Servant Players who had not yet reacted flying.
One heavy palm pressed down on the Royal Clan Player's head, forcibly crushing that fat, big-eared head straight into his chest cavity.
The sudden turn of events came too quickly. The Royal Clan Player had not even fully understood what was happening by the time he was killed and ejected from the Plot World.
They waited for a while.
Yet the contractual punishment that would inevitably have descended in the past never came. Everything seemed as though it had never happened.
"Free... we're free!"
When the first shout rose from among the Servant Players, an unbroken wave of frenzied cries swept through the Heavens and