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Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had just slain a Fire Hawk when he faced the Night Emperor, who furrowed his brow in deep concentration. No matter how hard Tenglan tried, he couldn't fathom what could possibly make the Night Emperor choose to retreat. It seemed he might have to seek another path.
"If you don't want to die, then come with me," Tenglan warned, "but don't say I didn't tell you."
The Night Emperor suddenly halted, wiping the blood from Yi Dong's chest. He glanced at the trickling light red blood and nodded at Tenglan, indicating that the path ahead was likely prepared by those Divine Cultivators.
"I'll heal first," Tenglan said. "Though I've heard my reputation isn't great, Bu Luo doesn't mind teaming up with me this once."
The Night Emperor smirked and confidently walked in front of Tenglan, beginning to circulate his energy for healing without a hint of worry.
Bu Luo passed by Ying Zhan, who hovered nearby with a fluctuating expression, as if weighing whether to seize the opportunity to deal with the Loose Cultivator that had repeatedly provoked the Ying Clan.
Further away, Che Qiangxuan and Huang Chong trailed behind those individuals at a leisurely pace, hoping to play the role of a hidden predator.
In an instant, the golden numbers displayed in the secret chamber caused everyone to halt their advance simultaneously. They wondered if Jie Donglai would lead them into a Great War.
Yoyo, who had been sprinting forward, suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes narrowed into slits, revealing sharp fangs on either side.
Gu Ping understood that there was likely a being ahead that even Fox Spirits feared. However, having come this far, retreat was not an option. Victory or defeat would only be known after they fought; for now, they had no choice but to unleash their full strength and force their way through the beast's obstruction.
"Why did we stop?"
Jiang Anbo did not possess the same perceptive abilities as Yoyo and Gu Ping, nor did his Divine Sense extend far enough to grasp the specific situation ahead. He felt compelled to ask.
He was uncertain; he couldn't sense anything, but perhaps Yoyo could.
What should he do? Should he move or not?
"Why aren't you moving? Are you considering a different approach?"
"What kind of approach?"
Looking at the clump of something that resembled dirt being handed over by Gu Ping, an uneasy feeling washed over him. The stench of Liquid Chuang hit him like a wave, nearly unbearable.
"What is that?"
Jiang Anbo held his breath, unwilling to inhale the foul odor.
It was likely dung, something he had just picked up in the territory of a rather powerful beast.
Why would he pick up such a thing?
Was he really going to use the most disgusting method possible, smearing that stuff on himself and then transforming with a spell?
Jiang Anbo stared seriously at Gu Ping. No matter how he looked at it, Gu Ping didn’t seem to be joking. After hesitating for quite some time, he finally accepted it.
Struggling to overcome the fear within, Jiang Anbo watched Gu Ping skillfully apply the excrement, feeling as if he too was covered in it, turning into a pile of filth.
Gu Ping put away Yoyo, and the two piles began to fly close to the ground, as if in a deserted realm. Although there were no people around, what kind of beast would be interested in two piles of excrement?
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded before the crowd at Universe Hall. The two Yuanji surpassed everyone else's numbers and, after a brief pause, advanced at a steady pace. Even the formidable barrier that blocked the Night Emperor and the Great Master could not hinder them, leaving everyone puzzled about how they managed to do it. For a moment, the chamber fell into complete silence.
He thought to himself, "Could I, an old man, have inadvertently revealed their secrets? How could they move so freely?"
The Old Woman asked with a sarcastic tone. It wasn't just her; half of those present likely suspected Shen Shixing was behind this strange occurrence.
"I thought he wouldn't dare to show his face," Shen Shixing thought angrily, yet inside he felt a sense of satisfaction. Having hosted so many Sky East Tournaments, today might finally be his day to shine. Although he wasn't a direct disciple, he still had some connections. At that moment, Shen Shixing had made up his mind; he would at least take one of them as a disciple—no one could stop him.
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