A rainbow pierced the sun, and golden light receded into the distance.
The terrifying aura that could have crushed all of Azure Luan Mountain finally dissipated completely with the departure of the black-robed figure.
Deathly silence returned to heaven and earth.
Only the wind swept through the treetops, stirring a few peach-pink petals that drifted to the ground.
At the entrance to the great hall, the ragged elders of the Elixir Cauldron Sect still stood with their faces tilted toward the sky.
Their necks were stiff, their mouths slightly open.
A long while passed.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed first, the sound unusually loud upon this deathly silent mountaintop.
Then came gasps, one after another.
The elder who had earlier stamped his feet, called Zhou Xuan a fool, and clamored that he would rather die than submit was now trembling as he clung to the doorframe, his aged face flushed the color of pig liver.
It was not shame... having lived to such an age, he had long since cultivated an exceptionally thick skin. Why would he feel ashamed over such a trifling matter?
It was sheer excitement.
He shakily pointed at the golden streak lingering in the sky and stammered, "Th-this... it's... it's over?"
Three Great Demon Emperors of the Tower-Climbing Realm!
And just like that...
As easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.
Two dead, one fled?!
"It's over."
Zhou Xuan let out a long, stale breath. Looking at these martial uncles who had once stood so far above him, he said helplessly, "What more did you think there would be, Martial Uncle?"
The elder whipped his head around, not a trace of his earlier resentment remaining. He seized Zhou Xuan's wrist so tightly that it actually hurt.
"Little Zhou... no, Martial Nephew Zhou! Th-that... that person... really belongs to Great