Upon seeing this scene, not only were Chi Yuan and the others shocked, but even Zhou Yuan, Lan Miao, and Li Fu behind Han Xuanji were stunned.
The moment the twelve phantom thunder beasts turned their spears around, the three of them gasped almost simultaneously. None of them had expected the situation to reverse so dramatically in an instant.
Eight words simultaneously flashed through their minds.
With a flick of the wrist, one can create clouds; with a reverse flick, one can create rain.
Han Xuanji remained resolute throughout, clearly having anticipated this move.
Is this Han Xuanji's real tactic?
Chi Yuan, this disciple of the Saint Venerable, seemed like a child in front of Han Xuanji, someone who could only be toyed with.
Zhou Yuan knew better than anyone else present how deeply entrenched the restrictions on this great hall were. It was the core restriction of the Thunder God Hall personally set up by the Ten Directions Holy Lord, and it was only restrained by the Dragon Pearl. Without the Dragon Pearl, let alone controlling it, even understanding its operating rules would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
With a casual wave of his hand, Han Xuanji caused all the restrictions in the hall to seem to heed their master's call and turn against him.
This goes beyond the scope of "strong ability"; it's outright cheating.
He suddenly recalled the rumors and gossip he had occasionally heard since entering the Ten Directions Sacred Domain.
Some say Han Xuanji's extraordinary abilities are due to the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord granting him special favors.
He used to scoff at this, but now he couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Brother Han really opened it?
Oh well, it's fine if it's open, at least it's open to our own people.
Zhou Yuan shook his head, banishing those chaotic thoughts, and his gaze towards Han Xuanji held even greater reverence.
Lan Miao wasn't as good at holding back as Zhou Yuan.
He paused for a moment, then a bright smile spread across his face, a smile that contained seven parts satisfaction and three parts mockery:
"Stop laughing! Why aren't you laughing anymore? Why can't you speak now?"
Li Fu was even more direct, bursting into loud laughter that echoed like thunder in the empty hall for several breaths before gradually dissipating.
"What, you can't even control the formation you set up yourself?"
The expressions on the faces of the members of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association were beyond just ugly.
Wan Kun's face was as white as if he had just crawled out of a pile of corpses, and his hand gripping his weapon was trembling, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.
Liu Wanxu managed to maintain his composure, but the beads of cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.
What was happening before his eyes had broken down his psychological defenses.
The other two cultivators stared blankly at the twelve phantom thunder beasts baring their teeth at their own people, feeling somewhat apprehensive. They then looked at Chi Yuan and found that the leader of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association was equally embarrassed.
Chi Yuan stood there, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bloodshot.
In all his years of spiritual practice, he had never encountered such a humiliating situation.
The grand formation he personally set up, and the restriction authority he borrowed at great cost, ultimately benefited someone else.
His pride wouldn't allow him to admit that it was a difference in strength, but the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe it.
An unprecedented sense of frustration surged up like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming him.
Even with the strongest resolve, one couldn't help but feel somewhat dejected at this moment.
Finally, he abruptly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Liu Wanxu, Wan Kun, and the other two cultivators like a knife, his voice hoarse and cold:
"Tell me, who betrayed me?"
Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent.
Even Han Xuanji raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not expecting Chi Yuan to pull this stunt.
He could tell that Chi Yuan was now somewhat out of control.
That hysterical state was a mixture of anger and self-abandonment.
A person who is proud to the core will often refuse to admit that they are less skilled than others when faced with a failure that cannot be explained by common sense. Instead, they will desperately try to find a scapegoat.
And "mole" is undoubtedly the most convenient excuse.
However, it doesn't seem like they're trying to shift the blame.
He looked quite serious.
Even in the most incompetent and furious state, one wouldn't bring up something like this, would they?
Wan Kun was swept by Chi Yuan's dagger-like gaze, and his whole body trembled, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.
He waved his hands hastily, his voice trembling:
"Master, it wasn't me! I am utterly loyal to you and have never harbored any disloyalty! This formation going out of control must have been tampered with by someone else; it has nothing to do with us!"
This statement confirms the claim that there is a mole within the organization.
The other two cultivators were also terrified, their faces turning ashen, and they rushed to pledge their loyalty, speaking incoherently.
Liu Wanxu's expression was the most complicated, a hint of disappointment and heartache flashing through his heart.
He knew that Chi Yuan was already in a state of chaos.
He wasn't defeated by Han Xuanji, but by his own pride.
Blaming the failure on an inside job is perhaps the only way Chi Yuan can save face at this moment.
But once you step onto such a step, you can never get down.
Regardless of whether there was a mole or not, it means that Chi Yuan has already given up.
Standing behind Han Xuanji, Zhou Yuan's eyes gradually lit up when he heard Chi Yuan's hysterical question.
His gaze toward Han Xuanji had shifted from awe to worship; he lowered his voice, his tone trembling with excitement:
"Brother Han, when did you turn their people against you? You even planted spies within the Ten Thousand Immortals Association. No wonder everything has gone so smoothly!"
I was wondering how you knew they were hiding in this hall, but it turns out you had it all planned out all along!
Li Fu also looked at Han Xuanji with suspicion, a hint of fear appearing in his arrogant eyes for the first time.
He had spent so many years navigating the Ten Directions Sacred Domain and had a good eye for people, yet he still couldn't see through Han Xuanji.
Not only are they ridiculously strong, but their intelligence is also chillingly profound.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Association Society members have been completely fooled without realizing it, and they're still fighting amongst themselves.
Fortunately, this guy wasn't his enemy.
Han Xuanji herself was both amused and exasperated.
A mole?
He doesn't have the time to try and turn anyone from the Ten Thousand Immortals Association against him.
The infighting among Chi Yuan and his group was so sudden and unexpected that even he found it somewhat dramatic.
But this is good, it saves him a lot of effort.
He neither admitted nor denied it, but simply crossed his arms and watched the farce unfold across from him with amusement.
Wan Kun was almost in tears. He was usually very good at reading people, so he could tell that Chi Yuan was no longer willing to listen to any explanation.
The other two were trembling with fear, not even daring to look at each other.
Oh my god.
what is going on.
No one could have imagined things would turn out this way, no matter how hard they racked their brains.
We promised to set up a grand formation so that Han Xuanji would never return.
Liu Wanxu finally couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped forward, his voice low and calm:
"Brother Chi, calm down."
If there really was a traitor, would we still be alive today? Han Xuanji needs us to throw ourselves into disarray. If you press him any further, you'll be playing right into his hands!
Chi Yuan suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Liu Wanxu, as if trying to find a flaw in his face.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed, a hoarse and sorrowful laugh, tinged with a disheartened self-mockery:
Yes, there was no mole.
From beginning to end, it was my skill Chi Yuan was inferior to others.
With the formation captured, the tide has turned.
If you want to blame someone, blame me for not being as good as Han Xuanji!