North Palace Great Emperor

Before long, more and more people gathered around. Powerful streams of Divine Soul Power swept continuously across the surroundings, clearly belonging to the imperial palace's experts checking for the presence of assassins.

Those streams of Divine Soul Power lingered on Yang Chen and the others for quite some time. After all, the auras around Yang Chen's group were clearly unfamiliar.

However, Yang Chen had long prepared for this, suppressing everyone's cultivation to the seventh-turn level.

Although seventh-turn Gods and Devils were considered experts, in an imperial palace where masters gathered like clouds, they were still far from impressive.

With the Heavenly Mystery Emperor beside them, those streams of Divine Soul Power paused only briefly before vanishing.

The experts of the Heavenly Mystic Dynasty all knew that it was merely a tiny universe. Its strongest figure was no more than the Heavenly Mystery Emperor, who had only just entered the eighth turn.

Someone like that posed absolutely no threat to North Palace.

"Hmph!"

Beigong Qing suddenly snorted coldly.

Su An looked at Beigong Qing curiously. "Junior Sister, what is it?"

Even Yang Chen looked at Beigong Qing.

Beigong Qing said icily, "I sensed a familiar aura!"

A cold smile curled across Beigong Qing's lips. "I never expected my dear uncle to have reached the ninth turn as well!"

Yang Chen raised his brows slightly and said blandly, "Since we're already here, we'll settle everything together."

His calm, unhurried manner only made the Heavenly Mystery Emperor beside him panic even more.

Though the Heavenly Mystery Emperor appeared incomparably composed on the surface, a gale and monstrous waves had already risen in his heart. A mere eighth-turn cultivator probably wasn't even qualified to witness such a scene.

A while later, the Heavenly Mystery Emperor brought Yang Chen and the others to Heavenly Mystic's