Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
In the blink of an eye.
Everyone in the room, except for Zhu Sui, was kneeling on the ground, trembling in fear!
Even the heavily injured Xiao Qiwen hurriedly got up, pressing his bloody scalp towards High Priest Gong Wenyao.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the High Priest, Zhu Sui's body involuntarily began to tremble, his heart skipped a beat, and the hand holding the Long Spear no longer felt steady.
A shadow of fear lood over his heart.
Impossible to dispel.
Gong Wenyao, looking sowhat disheveled, had dust all over his black robe, his hair was covered in ash, and even his face had so minor scratches, though they were hard to see unless examined closely.
His expression was not quite right either, his face was cold and stern, and his eyes were filled with violence and ruthlessness that hadn't been seen for a long ti, glaring fiercely at Zhu Sui.
Nobody dared to breathe as long as he remained silent.
The room was silent, deathly quiet.
The air seed frozen, giving off a suffocating feeling.
It was like Gong Wenyao's presence had brought with it a massive Black Hole, sucking away all the air, leaving everyone unable to breathe.
The entire prison collapsed, yet Gong Wenyao erged almost unscathed!
Aside from the minor scratches on his face, he didn't have any other wounds!
Terrifying.
Hair-raisingly terrifying!
If it had been anyone else, there was no way they could have walked away alive from such a hopeless situation.
Only Gong Wenyao could achieve this.
Indeed, he didn't die, reappearing before everyone as if possessing an Undying Body, rcilessly extinguishing Zhu Sui's last fla of hope.
Zhu Sui stared into Gong Wenyao's eyes, his limbs began to tremble involuntarily, weak and powerless, almost wanting to throw away the Long Spear in his hand.
Because he knew that to Gong Wenyao, his skills were rely child's play, not worth ntioning.
However.
This thought flashed through his mind but never materialized into action.
If he gave up resisting, the first to die wouldn't be himself but Zhu Qilue and Zhu Ruoling.
If they were caught, they'd be dood.
Thinking of this, the hands that Zhu Sui almost loosened tightened once more around the Long Spear, breathing heavily, filled with murderous intent.
However.
Gong Wenyao's gaze fell on Xiao Qiwen's head, observing the scalp that had been scraped away, bleeding profusely, and he raised an eyebrow.
He glanced at Zhu Sui coldly from the corner of his eye.
"Made a move?" he asked lightly.
No one answered for a mont because they didn't know if the question was directed at Zhu Sui or Xiao Qiwen.
But just those three words were enough to send chills down everyone's spine.
"Y-yes…" Xiao Qiwen stamred in reply, not daring to lift his head.
With the affirmative answer, Gong Wenyao nodded slightly, smiling as he looked at Zhu Sui.
"Clan Leader Zhu, such skill. It's been nearly a hundred years since you last made a move, hasn't it?"
"…" Zhu Sui's face was ashen, his body taut and speechless.
"It's been so long I've almost forgotten, why did you make a move last ti again?"
Zhu Sui swallowed heavily.
There's no way Gong Wenyao doesn't rember!
He must rember clearly, especially counting the cold sneer on his face now.
Mocking.
Ridicule.
Sarcastic.
Provoking.
Contemptuous!
These were the emotions brimming in Gong Wenyao's eyes, all directed at Zhu Sui.
Zhu Sui was so sure that Gong Wenyao rembered.
Not just because of Gong Wenyao's current deanor and expression, but also because he'd been suppressed by Gong Wenyao's hand last ti.
Back then.
The actions of the five Great Elders beca increasingly excessive, relying on Gong Wenyao's na, completely disregarding Zhu Sui.
This Clan Leader had long since beco a re figurehead with no real power.
Since no one respected him, naturally, collateral damage occurred, resulting in Zhu Qilue facing extre ridicule and humiliation.
There was one ti.
The five Great Elders directly attacked Zhu Qilue.
They attacked without restraint!
That ti Zhu Qilue nearly got beaten to death by the five Great Elders.
Zhu Sui couldn't bear any longer and made a move.
In less than a breath.
He defeated the five Great Elders, not even losing a single hair. All five were no match.
Zhu Sui intended to strike while the iron was hot and kill the five.
But Gong Wenyao suddenly appeared, quickly intervening to stop Zhu Sui.
It took just a thousandth of a breath!
Since then, Zhu Sui never made a move again because he knew that in the face of Gong Wenyao, he was as insignificant as an ant, with no chance of winning.
But at least that ti he saved Zhu Qilue's life, so the five Great Elders didn't dare to easily make a move against Zhu Qilue anymore.
Using the shattering of his pride to save Zhu Qilue's life.
Zhu Sui felt it was completely worth it!
Just as now, even if he were to die, allowing Zhu Qilue and Zhu Ruoling to survive would be entirely worth it!
Fatherly love is like a mountain!
Though usually it isn't apparent, it often plays a decisive role in crucial monts.
Watching Zhu Sui's face grow increasingly grim, Gong Wenyao chuckled softly.
In a few strides, he approached Xiao Qiwen.
Xiao Qiwen sensed the terrifying aura and held his breath, not daring to make a sound.
"Did you strike first?" Gong Wenyao asked coldly.
"No… no…"
Before Xiao Qiwen could defend himself, Gong Wenyao casually moved his fingers, and an invisible force in the Void pressed heavily on Xiao Qiwen's back.
Bang!
Xiao Qiwen felt as if his bones would break under the pressure, crying out in excruciating pain.
"Ah—"
The sound made one's hair stand on end, a chill running down the spine.
Lu Bai, upon hearing the sound, nearly fainted, curling up like a turtle on the ground, motionless.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Three cracks ca from Xiao Qiwen's body; one leg and one arm had been crushed, blood seeping out from his skin, as if being wrung dry, a terrible sight.
He couldn't even cry out, only endless agony.
"You shouldn't have made a move. How could you tangle with Clan Leader Zhu? No respect for authority, you're just an Elder, didn't you learn from last ti? This ti, rember well."
Gong Wenyao's strikes were cunning, causing tearing pain but always keeping the victim on the brink of death, never crossing the line.
His words seed to scold Xiao Qiwen, but actually, they ridiculed Zhu Sui.
The air inside was as frigid as dead winter, chilling to the bone.
After a while.
Gong Wenyao finally stopped, with Xiao Qiwen already unconscious. Limp on the ground, unmoving, his life uncertain.
In the next second!
The oppressive aura radiating from Gong Wenyao transferred directly onto Zhu Sui. That terrifying, violent presence engulfed Zhu Sui from all sides.
"Clan Leader Zhu, you really shouldn't, these small fry are ignorant, why do you join in their nonsense, isn't that tarnishing your noble status?" Gong Wenyao sneered nacingly, taking step by step towards Zhu Sui.
Listening to this, Zhu Sui's body seed electrified, unable to move.
Because.
This sentence was exactly what Gong Wenyao had said a century ago before making his move, not a word different!
Zhu Sui began to tremble, his eye twitching fiercely.
"Clan Leader Zhu, if you can't recall why you made your move a hundred years ago, surely you know why you did just now? Your mory can't be that bad."
Just as the words fell.
Gong Wenyao, laughing eerily, stood before Zhu Sui.
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