The courtyard lay deathly silent. Every member of the imperial clan had been slain.
Chen Changming lowered his eyes and swept his gaze over the corpses on the ground. His expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest ripple in his heart.
"When water comes, dam it with earth; when soldiers come, meet them with generals."
He murmured to himself with absolute confidence, "A mere imperial clan of the Cold Abyss Nation, huddled in its own little corner, can hardly stir up any waves."
Even after uncovering the imperial clan's covert arrangements and its shocking plot to seize every Yin-Yang Fruit, Chen Changming still paid it no mind.
He was a body cultivator whose strength rivaled the Third Layer of the Fusion Realm. Before such overwhelmingly superior power, all schemes, tricks, and calculations were nothing but illusions that would crumble at a single blow.
Whoosh-
With a wave of his hand, he swept all the imperial cultivators' corpses into the space within his Beast-Controlling Bracelet, turning them into food for his demon pets.
Chen Changming looked up at the isolation formation enveloping the courtyard. Intricate and sturdy, it could seal off every trace of aura and activity, yet before his absolute physical strength, it might as well not have existed.
He curled his fingers into a grasp, and immense physical power erupted as he seized the formation's light barrier from afar!
Boom!
A muffled crash shook the courtyard. The incredibly tough isolation formation instantly shattered, dissolving into countless fragments of spiritual light.
Chen Changming casually waved his hand and gathered all the damaged formation flags scattered around him, storing them away and thoroughly erasing every trace of the imperial cultivators' infiltration and ambush.
Once he finished, the courtyard was restored to its original state, clean and tidy, as though the