Not a sound.
Dugu Xiao and the others stared wide-eyed, their lips trembling too hard for them to speak.
What they were witnessing had already surpassed their imagination.
Nie Yun had only managed to kill Shi Zhongxuan through a scheme—constantly dodging to lower his opponent's guard, concealing his Poison Master talent, then winning in a single stroke. The effort he had expended showed just how difficult Shi Zhongxuan had been to deal with, let alone the even more powerful Yue Xinchang.
Yet the truth was right before them. Yue Xinchang's face was flushed crimson. He wanted to struggle, but could not break free no matter what he did, like an ant caught between fingers, unable to turn itself over.
"Yue Xinchang is a Saint Immortal-level expert, a renowned figure in the Spirit Realm, yet he's being held by a Luo Immortal Realm brat? Am I seeing things?"
"What happened? How could there be such a staggering reversal?"
"Could this guy have broken through at this moment too, sending his strength soaring?"
No one could believe what they were seeing. Yue Xinchang's reputation was simply too great—he had once escaped alive from several peak Saint Immortal experts—yet now he was being gripped like a dead dog by a Luo Immortal Realm youth. It gave them the utterly chaotic illusion that time and space had become entwined.
"This Nie Yun has fallen into the demonic path and become a fiend! Everyone, join forces and kill him at once! Otherwise, he will surely bring an indelible disaster upon the Spirit Realm!"
"That's right! He must have been Seized Body by a fiend, or he could never have suddenly erupted with such terrifying combat strength. Don't hold anything back—attack together!"
"Such a demon deserves execution by all. He must be killed, to cut off