Suppression in a Single Thought

Central Plains, ruins of Hanging Sword Pavilion's plaza.

Chu Xiong was brimming with pride as he directed the demon soldiers and his own troops in escorting away the people from every sect and faction. The scene was deafeningly chaotic.

During the escort, some iron-boned martial artists cursed furiously, "Chu Xiong! You betrayed the Central Plains and pledged yourself to the extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons! You'll die a miserable death!"

Others, spineless martial artists, pleaded fawningly, "Your Highness, we—we are willing to serve you like dogs and horses!"

As Shen Mobai was being escorted by demon soldiers, he turned his head and sneered at Chu Xiong, "What an obedient loyal dog. You've certainly saved your new master quite a bit of trouble."

Chu Xiong's expression did not change as he replied calmly, "Pavilion Master Shen, the wise bow to the times. The shifting of strength and weakness in this world is only natural. There is no need for you to—"

Before he could finish, a vast, majestic, and crushingly heavy terrifying aura descended from the heavens, blanketing the mountain where Hanging Sword Pavilion stood, as well as all the sky and earth in every direction around it.

In an instant, across the ruins of the entire plaza—

Every martial artist, including Chu Xiong himself, as well as all thirty Demonic Plant Soldiers at the peak Sacred Embryo level—

All froze where they stood, as though someone had pressed pause. Even their eyeballs could not move in the slightest.

Th-this aura... who in the world is this?! Chu Xiong's heart churned with stormy waves. Could it—could it be Captain Bei Xuan that Dizi spoke of?! Clearly, he simply could not imagine that power on this level could come from any martial artist.

Not far away, Shen Mobai, whose body was likewise frozen and