Silence swallowed the grand hall.
Twelve Elders traded looks, each seeing the same mix of horror and dread reflected back.
A Lower Realm cultivator, new to the Fourteenth Firmament, had stormed a mountain guarded by more than fifty celestials under the Array's boost. He demolished three altars, killed Venerable Goldcrown and dozens of guards, then walked away alive...
What kind of nerve did that take?!
What kind of strength?!
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