In that brief moment when everyone on the Third-Tier Platform hesitated...
Now!
Wang Hu roared inwardly, repeatedly "hammering" at the languid skeletal phantom in his sea of consciousness with his mind:
Imperial Venerable! Your Imperial Highness! Quick! Give your brother a hand!
Pestered beyond endurance, the Skeleton Emperor's ghost flames flickered wildly. At last, he muttered, "Noisy brat." A strand of powerful Netherworld energy surged out soundlessly, wrapped around Wang Hu, and sent him hurtling toward the second tier with a whoosh.
Everyone on the Third-Tier Platform saw only a blur before Wang Hu scrambled and tumbled onto the Second-Tier Platform.
He had no time to care about appearances or dignity. Using all four limbs, he scurried toward the corner nearest the Yun Clan's three Immortal List prodigies, his movements utterly ungainly yet remarkably swift.
The Immortal List prodigies on the Second-Tier Platform watched this "lucky fellow" who had suddenly barged in, their gazes carrying different meanings.
Ji Lingri merely glanced at him before looking away. He could neither fight nor boast looks that pleased her; the Eldest Princess found even one extra glance distasteful.
Xuanchan continued chanting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed, his sacred intonations unbroken, as though all the turmoil around him were nothing but dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows.
Yun Ruyi, however, stared curiously at Wang Hu, blinking her eyes. She kept feeling as though something lingered around him, yet when she carefully tried to sense it, she detected nothing.
"Strange?"
Yun Ruyi tilted her head slightly and sniffed, like a puzzled little beast.
Wang Hu huddled in the corner, his heart pounding, his back soaked through with cold sweat. For some reason, the incarnation of the Skeleton Emperor inside him, which had never stopped yammering, had gone as silent as the dead the instant he