Crack!
Everyone had been laughing merrily when, the next instant, the tea table in the hall exploded into powder and the tables and chairs trembled.
At the seat of honor, Wang Tianba's expression changed drastically, and the spirit tea in his hand burst apart!
"What happened?!"
"What a terrifying aura! Could a formidable enemy from the Imperial City have come after us?!"
Several Fourth Realm and Fifth Realm Wang Household elders turned pale with fright and hastily circulated the Spiritual Power within their bodies.
But then an Supreme pressure came crashing down!
"No... why isn't there the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power?!"
"Puh—!!"
Before the words were finished, the Wang Household cultivators present felt as though heavy hammers had struck their chests, and they spat out blood at once!
The sounds of bones shattering rang out one after another as they fell to their knees, howling in agony!
The entire hall was engulfed by a desolate, primordial aura. The few of them turned back with difficulty.
Above the hall, they saw the phantom of an Ink Qilin, black as ink, with jagged black horns atop its head and black Killing Intent coiling around its body. It opened a giant mouth vast enough to blot out the sky, poised to devour men, and stared down at them without blinking!
The crushing pressure shot straight to the crowns of their heads, making their souls tremble!
"Buzz—"
A figure in blue and white robes appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.
Within those black eyes, once cold and vast, a thread of icy golden light faintly flickered.
"Calm down..."
Su Yueli frowned slightly. "Little Black."
Before her words had faded, the enormous head of the Ink Qilin behind her stretched across the entire hall overhead and let out a