"Huh?"
Just as Zhang Xuanhe was about to flee, his feet stopped, and he froze on the rooftop.
Seize them?
Seize who?
Sun Wujiu's heart leaped straight into his throat.
Who cared who they were seizing? Run first!
This kid had some serious nerve.
He had sneaked into the Spirit Origin Sect in the dead of night with a Demonic Artifact, and now he dared to shout at the top of his lungs.
He really wasn't afraid of death!
But by the time the five of them recovered their wits, it was already too late.
Chun Xiaobai had poured his Mystic Power into that shout. It instantly carried for dozens of miles, making the nearby halls hum and tremble.
"A demon? There's a demon in the sect!"
"How did a demon get into our Spirit Cloud Sect?"
Across the rear mountain, powerful auras awakened one after another.
The next moment, hall doors flew open, and streaks of light shot into the sky.
Hearing the word "demon," the elders and Grand Supreme Elders in secluded cultivation dared not delay for even a moment. They looked toward the voice, spotted the commotion at once, then turned and sped over.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of figures slicing through the air closed in from every direction.
Qian Hesong, who had already fled some distance, abruptly stopped when he heard that furious shout and stiffly turned his head.
He saw Chun Xiaobai, clad in regulation armor, leap down from the roof of the hall with a group of people and land thunderously before him.
The Emperor Pavilion insignia on his chest stood out starkly in the night.
"E-Emperor Pavilion..."
Once Qian Hesong got a clear look at that armor, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Emperor Pavilion Envoys?"
It's over!