The venue was silent.
A pin drop could be heard.
Young Master descended the array-dao steps with heavy footsteps, one after another, until he reached the rear of the seating area and stood behind the cultivators of all races. Then he stopped walking.
In an instant!
The muscles between his brows twitched violently at this moment.
The capital, a dojo belonging to the Nan Heng Royal House.
You Yuan appeared here.
She sat there sipping tea, saying calmly, "I think none of you should go and cause trouble. Just stay here peacefully today. We cultivators value karma; we are not wanton killers."
After speaking, a cold gleam flashed through You Yuan's eyes.
The Nan Heng Royal House would have been a notorious, insignificant power unfit for the stage anywhere else in the Immortal Realm. Yet in these Three Thousand Immortal Territories, it was precisely the opposite. Still, when in Rome, do as the Romans do—go ahead and do as you please.
Once they had dealt with this matter, they would leave.
At this moment, looking down upon the dojo's vast Mountains and Rivers, every region and every Supreme Strong One had already been suppressed by You Yuan's disciples. Not even an ant could escape.
"...Senior is right."
An old man was drenched in cold sweat. Even now, he had no idea what had happened. Suddenly, the entire dojo's Mountains and Rivers, along with every cultivator, had been suppressed, without even a trace of time to react.
Today.
Even if the sky was falling outside, they would not be able to spare it a glance. They might as well obediently offer their respects!
Beyond Myriad Peaks.
An immortal pillar descended from the heavens into the encampment of King Nan Heng's army of myriad races. In an instant, torrential rain