The instant Yue Yao grasped the Silver Bone Spear, a murderous aura swept across the previously peaceful Competition Stage. Everyone seated there felt as though they were sitting amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the stench of blood washing over them.
"Ah..."
Granny looked at "Yue Yao" before her, a flicker of conflict crossing her eyes. In the end, she said nothing. With a single step, she vanished completely from the Competition Stage.
Holding the bone spear, Yue Yao slowly raised her head. Though her expression had remained unchanged from the beginning, she now seemed like ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice. Waves of killing intent, almost tangible, surged from her body. Bathed in that murderous aura, her pale blue hair took on an eerie, otherworldly appearance.
Her pale blue eyes rested calmly on the raised platform occupied by the Soul Clan. Beneath that calm, however, lurked a fury that seemed capable of piercing the heavens themselves.
As Yue Yao's words fell, the already silent Competition Stage became so quiet that a falling pin could have been heard.
The gazes of the various clans filled with curiosity, moving repeatedly between Yue Yao and the Soul Clan members. Had some conflict erupted between the Spirit Clan and the Soul Clan without their knowledge?
Something that would prompt the Spirit Clan Saintess to openly target the Soul Clan during this grand ceremony?
Besides, surely the Spirit Clan did not think Yue Yao alone could stand against the Soul Clan?
Though Yue Yao's talent had exceeded everyone's expectations, the Soul Clan's strength was undeniable. Apart from the Gu Clan, none of the other clans had the means to contend with them.
As Yue Yao finished speaking, the Soul Clan members' eyes instantly turned cold. Hun Feng, who had been quietly watching the spectacle, looked