Boom!
The entire Palace shook.
On the mountain, the Twelve Yuanchen in the other Palaces all watched.
Their wills intertwined in midair, exchanging views and discussing what to do.
"There's something strange about that Bronze Man. The moment Divine Thought gets close, it's as if it's cut off. There's no way to probe it."
"This Xu Tribe Deity is too strange! I say we should strike together and kill him where he stands, even if it means defying the Venerable's orders! The Heart of Premonition has already sounded a warning. If we let him be, he'll become a terrible threat!"
"Exactly. The Venerable gave us orders, but looking at things now, it almost seems as though he's letting the Xu Tribe Deity have his way. As if he's..."
"Deliberately feeding him resources."
"Me, surrender? I thought you must have something extraordinary about you, having captured Tai Xuan, taken Rat and Ox, and defeated Taikang. But it turns out you've lost your mind!"
The ground suddenly shattered!
Yin Tiger leaped out, battered and disheveled, his face grave. Without hesitation, he raised his right hand. His nails sharpened into claws and tore straight through the flesh of his chest.
Blood gushed out like a river bursting its banks, bringing with it an air of slaughter!
Overhead, a star fell and slammed into the Palace.
"ROAR!"
An earthshaking roar erupted. The entire Palace collapsed, and the Image transformed, staining everything Bloodlight-red.
A thin layer of blood covered the ground and flowed outward.
Weapons stood planted in the earth, each gleaming with Bloodlight.
Vengeful souls clung to their blades. Drawing on the earth's ley lines, they pulled in smoke from the Incense of Great Xia's people—Incense tied to revenge, blood feuds, and a lust for killing—and poured it into the weapons.
Yin Tiger