The sound wasn't loud.
But it caused the descending palm print to pause for a moment.
boom!
A long-dormant aura surged into the sky from the back mountain of the palace.
All the arrays in the deep palace lit up simultaneously.
A golden beam of light pierced the night, illuminating half of the imperial city as if it were daytime.
Immediately afterwards, an aged figure stepped out from the pillar of light.
Disheveled white hair.
The gray robe had faded slightly from washing.
The old man was somewhat hunched over, his skin was covered with age spots, and the aura emanating from him carried a distinct sense of decay.
But when he raised his fist, the entire palace trembled.
There are no martial arts skills.
Only one punch.
The fist imprint shot upwards from below, colliding head-on with the hundred-foot palm imprint.
Boom!
A blinding burst of light exploded above the palace.
Chu Yunfei carried Ling Xueyao and rushed forward for dozens of feet again, then turned around to protect her in his arms, with his back to the direction from which the spiritual energy erupted.
A violent gust of wind swept in.
Both of them were pushed forward and slid more than ten feet at the same time.
Chu Yunfei's feet sank into the jade ground, his shoes leaving two grooves. His black robe clung to his back, and the sleeves were torn in several places by the aftershocks.
He held Ling Xueyao firmly in his arms.
Apart from her disheveled hair, she was not injured.
She raised her head, first glancing at Chu Yunfei's tense jaw, then looking over his shoulder at the sky above the palace.
The fist imprint and the palm imprint had both shattered simultaneously.
The remaining spiritual energy transformed into countless specks of light that fell to the ground.
The three side halls nearby could not withstand the aftershocks, and their roofs collapsed one after another. Tiles, wooden beams and rubble rolled all over the ground, and several guards who were guarding in the distance were blown away by the strong wind and crashed against the bottom of the palace wall.
The black palace where Ling Zhantian was located was protected by an array and did not collapse.
A corner of the roof was shattered by the tremor.
Several crossbeams broke.
The dark gray poisonous fog rose from the breach, standing out conspicuously in the night.
Chu Yunfei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the poisonous mist dissipate.
There wasn't much of the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison in the palace.
The information leaked was enough for the Purple-Faced Deputy Lord to see, but it wouldn't pose a fatal threat to the people on the outside.
Ling Xueyao also realized what was happening.
She didn't struggle, but whispered, "Put me down."
Chu Yunfei looked down at her.
"Can you stand firm?"
"Can."
Chu Yunfei released his arm.
Ling Xueyao landed on her feet, but her hands were still on his shoulders. Only after confirming that the Dao Mysterious Realm had dissipated did she take a half step back.
Are you hurt?
"No."
Chu Yunfei stretched his shoulders and back.
"It's just that the meridians were slightly impacted."
Ling Xueyao saw his torn sleeve, her lips tightened, and she wanted to say something, but the old voice in mid-air came.
" Blood Baleful Intent Tower, how dare they!"
An elderly man with white hair stood above the palace.
Without looking back at the black palace or at the several worshippers below, he only stared at the purple-faced deputy master opposite him, the Dao Mysterious Realm aura rising inch by inch within his aging body.
That sense of decay still lingers.
However, none of the Divine Sea Realm experts present dared to treat him as a dying man anymore.
Ling Xueyao loosened her grip on the sword slightly.
"It's the clan elder."
Her voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
" Ling Changkong, an elder of the Great Qian Imperial Family family."
"He has been guarding the forbidden area in the back mountain for years, never showing himself easily. Even I haven't seen him for a long time."
Chu Yunfei looked up.
Dao Mysterious Realm Second Stage.
Although his aura had weakened, his spirit and spiritual power remained stable.
As long as he hasn't truly exhausted his lifespan, this person can at least continue to support the royal family for another decade or so.
The purple-faced deputy leader seemed to have known of Ling Changkong's existence for a long time.
He withdrew his hand and glanced at the poisonous mist escaping from the breach in the palace.
The toxic fog was grayish-black.
The chilling, soul-devouring aura emanating from it could never be faked.
He stared for a few moments before turning his gaze to Ling Changkong.
" Ling Changkong."
"It's been so many years, I never imagined you'd aged so much."
The voice is altered by the mask, making it impossible to discern the person's true age.
Ling Changkong stood with his hands behind his back.
"Even if I'm on my last breath, it's not up to the Blood Baleful Intent Tower to act recklessly in the Great Qian Imperial Palace."
He glanced at the three masked assassins below.
"He led three Late Divine Sea Realm assassins into the inner palace and then personally attacked His Majesty's secluded cultivation location."
"Does the Blood Baleful Intent Tower intend to start a war with the Great Qian Imperial Family?"
The three golden-masked assassins had retreated to below the purple-masked deputy leader.
The five royal retainers were also reunited.
Zhou Xuancheng stood at the very front.
Shen Qianyue leaned on his spear, breathing heavily, blood still seeping from the wound on his chest. Sun Meng and Wang Zhenshan stood on either side, while Zhao Yuangeng stood slightly behind.
Everyone was waiting for the purple-faced deputy host's reply.
"Start a war?"
The purple-faced deputy building master chuckled softly.
"I've only come to confirm one thing."
"Now it seems that since Ling Taixuan disappeared a hundred years ago, the dignified Great Qian Imperial Palace has to be guarded by an old man in the Dao Mysterious Realm whose life force is exhausted."
"It's truly heartbreaking."
The three words "Ling Taixuan " fell to the ground.
Zhao Yuangeng's fingers, which were hanging in his sleeve, twitched very slightly.
He didn't look up, nor did he look at the purple-faced deputy master. He simply slowed his breathing slightly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Ling Changkong slightly raised his eyelids.
Whether the royal family has declined is none of your business.
" The Great Qian Dynasty has Eastern Continent for ten thousand years, weathering storms longer than the Blood Baleful Intent Tower has existed."
"Even if it does decline one day, it won't be shaken by a bunch of cowardly villains."
The purple-faced deputy landlord did not get angry.
The gaze beneath the purple mask lingered on Ling Changkong for a moment, and a strange light flashed in his eyes when he saw the decaying aura emanating from the other man.
The probing is over.
The Soul-Devouring Nether Poison remains.
Ling Zhantian also did not appear.
Even though the palace was threatened by the Dao Mysterious Realm expert's palm strike just now, Ling Zhantian still showed no reaction, which could only mean that he had not yet awakened.
As for the Soul-Consolidating Origin-Returning Pill that Ling Xueyao brought back from the Pill Pavilion, it was mostly used to delay the continued weakening of her soul.
The purple-faced deputy landlord raised his right hand.
He gently swung his hand backward.
Without hesitation, the three masked assassins immediately withdrew.
Just as Zhou Xuancheng was about to give chase, Ling Changkong raised his hand to stop him.
"Don't chase them."
Three masked assassins swiftly escaped the palace's defensive formation.
The purple-faced deputy building owner was still standing in mid-air.
He looked at Ling Changkong, his hoarse voice cutting through the night.
"I believe we will meet again soon."
"By then, I hope your aging body can still withstand one of my palm strikes."
Ling Changkong snorted coldly.
You can give it a try.
Two Dao Mysterious Realm auras collided from a distance.
Fine ripples spread across the surrounding space.
The purple-faced deputy master did not continue his attack. His body began to fade from his feet, and after a few breaths, he completely disappeared into the night.
Everyone from the Blood Baleful Intent Tower left.
Only after the four auras completely disappeared did the tense shoulders and backs of the royal guards relax slightly.
But Ling Changkong did not land immediately.
He turned around and glanced outside the palace.
The clash between the two Dao Mysterious Realm cultivators had spread throughout the entire imperial city, and at least a dozen Divine Sea Realm ' divine senses probed from afar outside the palace walls.
Those people dared not force their way into the palace.
But everyone wanted to know who Dao Mysterious Realm was who appeared in the deep palace tonight.
"Gentlemen."
Ling Changkong's voice wasn't loud, but it bypassed the palace's array and resonated directly in the minds of those people.
Have you seen enough?
The divine senses immediately retreated.
Two others were a breath slower.
Ling Changkong raised his eyelids and glanced towards the west side of the imperial city.
A Dao Mysterious Realm divine soul pressure descended from afar.
Two muffled groans came from afar.
The remaining divine sense dared not linger any longer and retreated completely in an instant.
Ling Changkong then landed in front of the palace.
He glanced at the damaged roof and smelled the chilling aura of the poisonous fog, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Everyone, step back."