"Hmph, we guessed long ago that you had spies from Akatsuki in the imperial palace. Today, you finally walked into our trap!" An indifferent voice came from the entrance. The eight Tribulation-stage cultivators who had been in the square earlier were now positioned around the hall in eight directions. Vast spiritual power flowed from them continuously into the formation within the hall.
"You!" Lin Chuan's expression changed drastically. The situation had already exceeded his expectations.
"Peony Fangshi's scheme truly strikes straight at the heart. I admire it," Prince Cheng said slowly, deliberately directing his words toward the refined cultivator standing in the east.
"You flatter me. I merely grasped the threads of their thoughts," Peony Fangshi said with a soft laugh.
The eight Tribulation-stage cultivators around them looked at the three divine envoys—Azure, White, and Vermilion Bird—trapped within the formation, and unrestrained smiles appeared on their faces.
The three divine envoys of Akatsuki, whom the imperial family had feared so deeply, had been trapped in the formation just like that. Even they had not expected it.
Moreover, they had not even done anything. The three had thrown themselves headfirst into the formation as though walking into a trap of their own accord. If they had not witnessed it personally, others might not have believed it at all.
"World Suppressing Disk!"
Buzz!
The golden jade disk flew from Lin Chuan's hand, releasing countless golden threads as it tried to tear open the surrounding space.
The instant the strange formation activated, it severed Lin Chuan's connection to the surrounding space. Even Amenominaka was suppressed by a mysterious and powerful force, leaving Lin Chuan unable to open Yomotsu Hirasaka to depart or access Origin Space. His greatest reliance—his spatial abilities—seemed to have become completely useless.
"Stop struggling. Even the World Suppressing Disk cannot