Unfortunately, things did not go as they wished.
The secret realm closed, and Shi Hao and his grandfather emerged safe and sound, without even having used their life talismans.
They had even slain the Immortal Palace's successor once!
Mu Chen did not spare the powerful figures from the great sects a glance. He merely beckoned to Shi Hao and Shi Zhongtian on the altar and said gently, "Thank you for your efforts on this journey. Our business here is finished. Come with me."
The great sect experts' expressions shifted, their auras surging violently. Some raised and lowered their hands several times; others moved their lips as though about to speak. In the end, however, not one dared truly obstruct him, and not one dared shout a challenge.
They could only watch helplessly as Mu Chen took the two away.
Boom!!!
Only after Mu Chen's figure had vanished completely beyond the horizon did the terrifying auras, suppressed for so long, erupt atop the platform!
Several great sect leaders could no longer contain themselves. Their immense pressure soared into the sky, churning the wind and clouds and leaving countless cultivators below deathly pale and trembling.
Yet no matter how furiously they raged or how loudly they roared, they could not change what had happened.
All they could do was stand there, gnashing their teeth and crying out in helpless frustration.
The Evergreen Heavenly Venerable, Qin Changsheng, stood where he was, gazing in the direction Mu Chen had vanished. Neither joy nor sorrow showed on his face, but something profoundly complicated flickered deep in his eyes.
"In a secret realm's contests, life and death rest with fate. Fortune belongs to the strong."
"If your skills fall short, devote yourselves to cultivation and look toward another day."
"Making a scene here to vent your