Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou stood rooted to the spot, their mouths opening and closing as they stared at each other.
Swish, swish...
Finally snapping back to their senses, they hurriedly chased out of the main hall, but there was no trace of Yin Henzi outside.
He had long since vanished without a shadow...
When the two returned to the hall, it was so silent a pin drop could be heard. Everyone now understood one thing: Yin Henzi's spirit shadow had been wounded terribly—far more terribly than anyone had imagined.
And regardless of whether Blood Charm Demon Cat had done it, it was inseparable from Sikong Jing.
A dignified Thoughtless Sacred Sect powerhouse, an existence comparable to a quasi-Venerable, had actually been reduced to this state by a youngster from the Eastern Tyrant Branch.
If word got out, it would probably shake heaven and earth.
"Gulp..." As they thought of this, everyone swallowed hard.
At last, after a stretch of silence, Duanmu Chun said in a deep voice, "Don't be optimistic just yet. Yin Henzi said that we should prepare to collect Sikong Jing's corpse, so Yin Shi certainly isn't dead yet. The next few days will likely be the decisive battle between Yin Shi and Sikong Jing."
Yao Yulou and the Elder Family members shuddered inwardly, worry once again appearing on their faces.
After speaking, Duanmu Chun suddenly raised his head and slowly swept his gaze across the old woman, Chang E, and the others in the hall. "This is the eastern region of the Central Plains. It seems you have never held my Eastern Tyrant Branch in much regard."
The instant those words fell, everyone except the Elder Family began trembling from head to toe...
Then, thud, thud...
They dropped to their knees one after another. Earlier, they