Blood Annihilation's figure shuddered violently. Those two points of bloody light flickered uncertainly, as though those words had stirred a fear buried for ten thousand years.
At those words, the Yun Clan elders drove their killing auras to their peak. Their terrifying spiritual pressure even faintly warped the surrounding blood sea. They needed only a signal to tear through the blockade by force and show the other side just why the flowers were so red.
Yun Lan stood within the Azure Lotus Sword Formation, his expression as steady as ever, but several command flags inside his sleeve had quietly lit up. Clearly, he was secretly reactivating the contingencies he had arranged around the Divine Capital earlier. The Azure Frost Sword Venerable stood before him, the Sword Qi of the blade in hand like frost, its chill piercing.
Everyone was waiting for Yun Huang's command. Even the powerful cultivators from other sects who had pinned their hopes on the Immortal Emperor held their breath and focused, ready to follow him into a battle to the death.
Yet the next moment, rather than ordering an attack, Yun Huang leaned lazily back against the broad backrest of the Emperor Throne.
He held Qing Kitty with one hand, letting the little cat bristle in his arms, while his other hand rested casually on the armrest. He looked even more relaxed than before, as though he were not trapped in certain death, but basking in the sun in Langhuan Clear Void.
Yun Huang chuckled and openly admitted before everyone present, "Your scheme has indeed succeeded."
At those words, the entire gathering fell abruptly silent.
Not only the Great Zhou faction, but the assembled guests and even the Dutian Demon Shadows attempting to breach the canopy of the sky seemed to freeze for an instant.
Wh-what?