Amid long laughter, Liu Taiheng rose to his feet. At that very instant, the council hall froze solid.
Though the hall was filled only with projections, a chill seeped through the array restrictions.
The leaders of the various sects all felt thoughts surging within their hearts, yet their minds seemed frozen through. They could not move them, much less suppress or control them.
Such methods could only be called orthodox demonic arts.
Could it be, could it be...
The sect leaders' thoughts whirled. They had their suspicions, yet dared not believe them. If it truly was so, it would undoubtedly be the greatest scandal and most absurd joke in the Xiyu Alliance's dozen-odd kalpas of existence!
Unfortunately, established facts never changed according to people's wishes. The churning emotions in their hearts were more like meaningless death throes.
Liu Taiheng swept his gaze around the hall, taking in every shift of emotion displayed by the leaders' projections. He shook his head, then smiled at the Azure Wave Water Mansion Master.
"Fellow Daoist, come with me."
The Azure Wave Water Mansion Master remained frozen stiff and through, whether in projection or in his true body. With Liu Taiheng's final word, the projection vanished. What happened to his true body was no longer something the sect leaders could know—and they had no mind to spare for it.
At last, someone faced reality and realized that if the demonic art displayed by "Liu Taiheng" were magnified a thousandfold, it bore an uncanny resemblance to a renowned supreme divine ability—one they had never personally encountered, yet whose name had long thundered in their ears.
Thus, an uncertain voice sounded in the hall.
"Frozen Silence Demon Kingdom?"
"Liu Taiheng" paid no heed. His target had now shifted to Madam Xia at the center of the council