My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 270 - : Abnormal Tides in Heaven and Earth

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Abnormal Tides in Heaven and Earth

That was a young man in white, his back to the moonlight, his expression indiscernible, and his qi mechanism unfelt.

But Mu Xiaoyun knew who the visitor was.

The newcomer was the notoriously famous Ghost Swordsman.

The person in black standing behind Mu Xiaoyun felt a chill in their heart, as if a blade was constantly scraping against their heart.

“An Tributor.”

Mu Xiaoyun let out a light laugh, trying to calm herself down, “You haven’t rested so late at night?”

An Jing took a few steps forward, the faint moonlight shining on his face, void of any expression, “Isn’t it the same for Elder Mu?”

Mu Xiaoyun said, “I had received a secret order from the Sect Hierarch . . .”

An Jing shook his head, “She did not issue such an order.”

Mu Xiaoyun’s heart twitched, and her expression momentarily froze, but she quickly adjusted, “Perhaps the Sect Hierarch did not tell An Tributor.”

An Jing calmly said, “Yi Daoyun is now at Sanfeng Pass, and experts from the White Tiger Sect are also there. Who are they?”

His words were very calm, without the slightest ripple, but the person in black opposite felt as if thunder had exploded in their heart.

Mu Xiaoyun remained silent.

“Swoosh!”

The leader of the men in black had drawn the long sword from his waist, the blade reflecting a cold light.

An Jing looked at that man in black and continued, “If I’m not mistaken, you must be Zeng Zhen.”

The Soul Seeker Mansion of Houjin had many experts, among them Grandmasters besides Qiu Fengsheng; Soul-cutting Blade Zeng Zhen was one of them.

Because Soul-cutting Blade acted low-key and restrained, he was not ranked among the top four swordsman of the world, but those who understood his strength knew that his capabilities were no less than the top four, and he could be ranked among the top five swordsmen of the world.

In this vast Jianghu, there are those who seek fame for profit, and once they have profit, they no longer pursue too much fame, instead feeling that fame is a burden; Zeng Zhen before him was such a person.

Over the years, he had killed more people for Soul Seeker Mansion than even Qiu Fengsheng had.

Not long ago in You Mountain, Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion died by his hand, which was to pressure Second Prince Zhao Mengtai.

As the Human Emperor retreated in an attempt to break through his limitations, and the Crown Prince gradually took control, the internal pressure of Zhao Mengtai was like a spring that needed just one last straw to bounce back.

And Zeng Zhen’s goal was to place that last straw.

Besides, he had done many things, such as once attempting to assassinate Wang Shiyi but ending in failure and then impersonating an expert from the White Tiger Sect to assassinate within the Yan Country’s Jianghu. He was experienced in such matters, so this time, impersonating an expert from the White Tiger Sect to enter Dongluo Pass, he was quite at ease.

Zeng Zhen took out two pills from his sleeve and put them in his mouth, “The Mansion Master Qiu had died at your hands, right?”

“Yes.”

An Jing did not deny it.

With Qiu Fengsheng’s death at his hands and his identity now revealed, this was hardly a secret anymore.

Zeng Zhen’s gaze was icy, his long sword emanating a chilling light, “He had shown me great kindness.”

“So you want to kill me to avenge him?”

“All experts within Dongluo Pass were transferred to Sanfeng Pass.”

“I understand,” he said.

The two ceased talking, and the pitch-dark street fell into silence.

Zeng Zhen’s aura was rising continuously, and its wave-like force erupted, immensely terrifying.

Zeng Zhen swept his palm, his figure swift and shifting from left to right, curving towards An Jing with his War Soul Blade raised, launching unpredictable phantom strikes.

Clang!

An Jing flicked his finger, sending out a burst of sword qi.

Their initial exchange was mainly exploratory; thus, it appeared plain, but it contained lethal intent. If the opponent could not withstand it, even the ordinary moves could evolve into ones that severely injured the opponent, ending the fight with a single stroke.

Phantom Form!

Zeng Zhen’s practiced War Soul Saber Technique, known for its deceitful and fierce nature, caused a rolling fog to spread ominously in all directions from him, quickly engulfing An Jing and turning the surrounding area into a thick fog zone.

Mist blossoms condensed, and Zeng Zhen, stepping on them, moved silently yet as fast as lightning towards An Jing, his every move indescribably tricky and eccentric, taking an unconventional path to achieve surprise victories.

Although it was An Jing’s first battle with Zeng Zhen, his experienced eye clearly discerned the opponent’s tactics.

A vibrant burst of sword qi tore through the fog, splitting it directly in two.

Zeng Zhen was shocked by An Jing’s insight; not only had he blocked his attack, but he also counterattacked with a sword strike that shattered the dense fog.

An Jing’s expression remained unchanged, even as Zeng Zhen’s qi continued to surge dramatically.

A flick of the wrist unleashed An Jing’s fastest sword technique within the dense fog, a captivating blade of wind emerging within, roaring in all directions.

From the outside, the foggy area, spanning several meters, seemed like a giant hedgehog, its slender sword qi both quick and sharp.

A muffled grunt sounded from the fog, and a figure was thrust out—it was Zeng Zhen, now slightly disheveled, with a shallow sword mark on his chest.

Zeng Zhen forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood that nearly spurted out. An Jing’s sword strike, though not lethal, carried sharpness along with the ferocity of the Evil Suppressing Sword, breaking through his protective true qi.

Mu Xiaoyun was greatly shaken by this sight.

It was just one move, yet Zeng Zhen already showed signs of defeat. It’s key to note that he had ingested two Blood Burning Pills, a type of elixir that accelerates the burning of essence blood and drastically boosts cultivation in a dire trade-off.

Behind Zeng Zhen, massive waves of dense fog emerged, not spreading outward this time but converging behind him, connecting to his back and forming a small, tempestuous sea of fog, both real and illusory.

Boom!

Zeng Zhen, exceptionally direct this time, broke through the ground of the hall and charged towards An Jing, backed by the mighty sea of fog behind him, his presence unstoppable.

The air couldn’t withstand the impact of Zeng Zhen’s momentum, swirling violently to both sides.

With the War Soul Blade in his hand emanating dark qi, Zeng Zhen slashed ferociously. Simultaneously, the sea of fog behind him detached in a wilder manner, swallowing An Jing whole as if a flood had engulfed him, showcasing the insignificance of human strength against it.

If it were an ordinary person, being hit by this intangible sea of fog would cause panic and mistakes, even a composed person would be somewhat affected, let alone facing Zeng Zhen’s fierce attacks next, as the fog erupted from his body, leaving him as the only one unaffected and free to assault his opponent.

With such an advantage, even a slightly superior opponent would be at Zeng Zhen’s mercy.

This was Zeng Zhen’s killing technique, a combination of illusion and reality. The sea of fog affected the opponent’s mind, while the physical attacks targeted the body, overwhelming the opponent.

Crash!

A tidal wave of true qi surged in all directions, fierce and staggering.

Zeng Zhen’s War Soul Blade was met by An Jing’s Evil Suppressing Sword, and the momentum of Zeng Zhen’s sea of fog did not make An Jing falter.

A strange expression flitted across Zeng Zhen’s face. Pressing his War Soul Blade against the Evil Suppressing Sword, he pushed forward and hissed; a slender blade sprang from the front of the War Soul Blade, aiming directly for An Jing’s face, threatening to mar it if it struck.

His left hand as fast as lightning, An Jing gave a cold smile, as if he had anticipated this moment, and he extended two fingers at lightning speed to catch the blade.

Since the opponent had launched the attack using the Evil Suppressing Sword, the force was inevitably weaker. An Jing’s two fingers not only caught the blade but also put an end to the opponent’s offensive momentum unless he chose to abandon the War Soul Blade, organizing a second wave of fierce moves in a short time would be highly unlikely.

“Not good!”

Fearing that An Jing would employ some tactics, Zeng Zhen simply let go and swiftly retreated.

Zeng Zhen’s speed was incredibly fast, and since An Jing traded blows with him, he directly bore the brunt of his formidable Qi force, consequently stumbling three steps backward.

An Jing raised his arm, and hundreds of Sword Radiance burst crazily from his sword blade, charging towards Zeng Zhen in front.

Four Symbols Sword Technique! Wind Unstoppable!

Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!

Wherever the Sword Radiance passed, fierce winds suddenly arose.

Zeng Zhen’s heart vibrated intensely, his veins becoming visible and bright red in color as True Qi crazily converged on the skin of his right arm, his entire body surging with red blood essence.

“Pu!”

A vast blood essence formed a red barrier.

Zeng Zhen knew he couldn’t stop An Jing, but that did not matter. His real intent lay in the moves of his right hand. He rubbed his thumb, merged his iron blades, and infused them with a massive amount of True Qi before slashing diagonally.

Countless Sword Qi surged, densely covering the surroundings, instantly turning the human world into a hell, and Zeng Zhen into a demon that had walked out of the Underworld.

The blood essence barrier coupled with the sinister blade light was Zeng Zhen’s killer move.

After unleashing that sword strike, An Jing’s expression remained detached and serene, not blinking even as Zeng Zhen waved countless blade lights.

“Thud!”

Only then did the green Sword Light flash past, surging forward.

It pierced through the blood essence barrier, shattered countless blade lights, and surged forward.

A cold voice pierced through the heart, freezing the blood of everyone around.

That sword was as brilliant as the starry sky, instantly enveloping the heaven and earth in pitch darkness like the ink moon.

Fast!

Too fast!

Zeng Zhen only saw a flash of light before him, then felt a warmth on his neck, reaching his hands to touch it instinctively.

It was scalding blood.

Seeing the blood, he realized his throat had been pierced.

“Thud!”

In the silence of the night, only the sound of a body hitting the ground was heard.

Two moves!

The second most powerful master of Soul Seeker Mansion, defeated in just two moves by that sword.

For many masters at Soul Seeker Mansion, this scene was like a bolt from the blue.

Seeing this, Mu Xiaoyun’s heart, which had been suspended, gently settled down, followed by a relieved sigh.

About a few breaths later, they also came to their senses, their eyes shining with a beast-like intensity as they rushed towards An Jing.

Without the elixirs of Soul Seeker Mansion, they only had a path to death; killing the Ghost Swordsman in front of them might stil offer a glimmer of life.

An Jing’s expression remained indifferent as he took two Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence from Zeng Zhen’s body and charged towards the dozens of Soul Seeker Mansion masters rushing towards him.

With a pat, the Evil Suppressing Sword transformed into six streams of Sword Light surging forward.

“Pu!” “Pu!” “Pu!”

As the Sword Light swept by, the cold cutting Qi pierced through, splitting the air on either side like parted waves.

Among all masters across the world, swordsmen kill the fastest.

A sword opens with dual edges, all intended to condemn a person to death.

As the Sword Light dissipated in the world, dozens of bodies neatly fell to the ground, the six blades of the Evil Suppressing Sword coming together once again into An Jing’s hand.

Scalding blood continuously streamed down, staining the blue stone pavement red.

All the masters of Soul Seeker Mansion were dead.

An Jing looked towards Mu Xiaoyun in front.

Mu Xiaoyun began to smile, “Truly, he is among the top swordsmen in the world.”

Somehow, her heart filled with many thoughts. Back when in Yu State City, An Jing was merely at the First Grade of cultivation, but now, even the Second Qi Grandmaster were just souls under his blade such a rate of progress, unfathomable to most.

The temperature of the night felt cold.

The shining cold blade felt cold.

The person standing under the moonlit night also made one feel cold.

Seeing that An Jing didn’t speak, Mu Xiaoyun’s smile faded, and she lowered her head, asking, “How did you know?”

An Jing asked, “Liu Qingshan of Shuangmu Forest in Jiangnan Dao was rescued by people from Houjin, wasn’t he?”

“It seems you were suspicious of me because of this.”

Mu Xiaoyun gave a bitter smile, saying, “Houjin has deep schemes within Yan Country’s Jianghu.”

An Jing was well aware, as one of the five gangs, Wind and Rain Tower were supported by Houjin, and now Cao Gang had also become backed by Houjin—they were far from merely having deep schemes.

After a long silence, An Jing said, “Go see the Sect Hierarch.”

“No need.”

Mu Xiaoyun shook her head.

If there was one person in the Demon Sect she felt guilty about, it had to be Zhao Qingmei.

Joining the Demon Sect, obtaining her current status and identity, all were given by Zhao Qingmei; she feared seeing those eyes.

Some people are not afraid of others treating them poorly, but are terrified of being treated well, because they can’t bear it.

No matter what she did, she always felt indebted.

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This feeling made her feel suffocated.

Mu Xiaoyun’s lips were slightly parted, her voice somewhat bewildered and helpless, “The first time Houjin contacted me, I refused, the second time, they threatened the lives of my parents and my husband.”

An Jing said, “So you chose a path of no return.”

“Life itself doesn’t allow for turning back.”

“Yes, life itself doesn’t allow for turning back.”

“I’m sorry.”

Mu Xiaoyun said softly.

Some words are trivial, but that was all she could say.

An Jing waved his hand, “No need to say these three words, the path is one’s own choice.”

The two ceased speaking, as if time itself had stopped.

After a few moments, Mu Xiaoyun took a deep breath and said, “Houjin has a large army approaching along a small road, and Zeng Zhen and I were supposed to meet them; that’s the only thing I know.”

As she spoke, she walked to Zeng Zhen’s corpse and picked up the long sword from the ground.

“Houjin’s army!?”

An Jing heard this and frowned.

Now the Demon Sect’s Black Armored Army is gathered at Sanfeng Pass and Dao Pass, where did this suddenly appearing Houjin army come from?

Mu Xiaoyun placed the sword horizontally in front of her neck, then closed her eyes, greedily inhaling the air mixed with blood.

“In my next life, I do not wish to walk through this Jianghu again; it’s too exhausting.”

In that instant, she saw Xue Chen, saw Jiang Sanjia, saw Mu Xiaowan, saw Peach Garden, saw the secluded courtyard she had lived in since childhood, saw each blade of grass and tree very clearly, she saw so much…

“Puff!”

As the blade flashed, blood spurted out like a fountain.

Mu Xiaoyun’s body fell heavily to the ground, losing all signs of life.

An Jing approached Mu Xiaoyun’s body and looking at the woman with eyes wide open before him, he reached out and closed her eyes.

Ultimately, Mu Xiaoyun was just a person manipulated by fate or perhaps just a pawn in someone else’s game. In this vast Jianghu, where one cannot control one’s own destiny, pawns like her, who are unwilling but powerless, ultimately have only one end.

And that is death.

That is the destiny of all pawns; there’s no end to the game, pawns will ultimately die, and even when the game ends, the pawns can only return to their box.

This is the fate of pawns.

An Jing stood up, and just at that moment, as if sensing something, he suddenly raised his head and looked.

The moonlight was bleak, carrying a deep, bone-chilling cold.

In the pale yellow halo, there was even a hint of blood-red light.

For some reason, An Jing felt that this crimson glow carried a chilling aura of murder.

…..

Dongluo Garden, the quiet room.

The night was like water, carrying a hint of chill.

Zhao Qingmei sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, her willow brows slightly furrowed. She felt her cultivation was increasing faster and faster, reaching the Three Qi Realm in the blink of an eye.

An Jing had relied on several strands of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence to reach this realm of Three Qi, whereas she depended entirely on the Demon Seed, or rather the cultivation bestowed upon her by Nan Weiping.

“Nan Weiping…”

Zhao Qingmei felt the pressure of the Demon Seed growing increasingly intense, and couldn’t help but stand up and walk out of the quiet room to her bedroom.

“Where is my husband?”

She had expected to see An Jing, but found that the bedroom was empty. After pondering for a moment, she headed for the Sealing Demon Platform.

She felt uneasy tonight, and intuition told her that she should go check on Nan Weiping at the Sealing Demon Platform, especially after noticing a streak of crimson in the pale yellow moonlight which made her feel even more restless.

Black lotuses sprung up beneath Zhao Qingmei’s feet, her speed reaching the extreme as she quickly arrived beside the Sealing Demon Well at the platform.

The night was eerily silent, and the moon hanging above grew larger.

Zhao Qingmei gripped the Mandarin Duck Twin Blades in her hand and leaped down into the Sealing Demon Well.

The oppressive aura inside the well grew heavier, coupled with the howling cold wind.

Zhao Qingmei had once lived here for several months and naturally knew the area like the back of her hand. Holding her twin blades, she headed toward the cave.

“Clang!” “Clang!”

Even before she approached the cave, she could hear the sound of rattling chains.

Zhao Qingmei’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she took out a firelighter and confidently strode into the cave.

In the cave, chains stretched out from all directions like a spider web. At this moment, Nan Weiping, who had reverted to a disheveled state, showed no surprise when she saw Zhao Qingmei, “You really did come.”

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping, once believed to be a ‘senior expert’, and said indifferently, “Do you think the alterations you made to the Demon Seed can truly lead me to demonic possession?”

Nan Weiping’s lips curved into a strange smile, “If you are equally confident about not being controlled by the Demon Seed, then why come to ask me?”

Zhao Qingmei raised an eyebrow, her gaze gradually turning colder.

Recently, her cultivation had been increasing at a breakneck speed, which was good, but it had reached a point where even she herself could not control it, which was rather a threat.

Nan Weiping looked up at the pitch-black sky above and said, “Tonight, you can step into the realm of Three Qi, everything is falling into place.”

“Tonight!?”

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping, knowing this old schemer must be holding back, or perhaps there was important information she hadn’t shared with her and An Jing.

Nan Weiping said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “Tonight is a good opportunity, the tidal forces of heaven and earth will arrive; others might not sense this, but with the Demon Seed within you, you can feel the subtle fluctuations of heaven and earth.”

The Demon Seed perceives everything as vibrations—every grass and tree is a vibration. Inner Strength is also vibration, True Qi is a higher-level and more refined vibration that can merge with one’s spirit. The Demon Seed, however, transcends life and death with its vibrations, hence achieving what humans cannot.

After a long silence, Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping and shook her head, “I don’t understand.”

Nan Weiping smiled, “What don’t you understand?”

Zhao Qingmei said, “I don’t understand what exactly you are thinking?”

Zhao Qingmei initially wanted to harm her, which was thwarted by her, and later, due to mutual predicaments, they cooperated. However, Nan Weiping secretly tampered with the Demon Seed, claiming it was to guard against Zhao Qingmei, but in fact, she was feeding Zhao Qingmei a large amount of True Qi, rapidly advancing her cultivation.

Nan Weiping coldly said, “All that I have done is to threaten you to rescue me.”

“I promised you that if there’s a chance in the future, I will definitely rescue you.”

“What if you go back on your word?”

“There will be no such case.”

“Then I shall wait for you to rescue me, and by then, the Demon Seed imprint can be easily erased.”

“Alright.”

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping, “Once my husband has obtained the Dulu Sword, I will come to rescue you.”

Having promised Nan Weiping, she naturally intended to honor it. Moreover, she always felt that Nan Weiping’s words were not as simple as they seemed on the surface and likely had another purpose.

Nan Weiping said mockingly, “I hope I’m not dead by the time you get here and that you haven’t succumbed to demonic influences.”

Saying this, she looked up toward the ceiling.

At this moment, True Qi surged out from within Nan Weiping’s dantian, spreading all around.

Even though Nan Weiping had been trapped here for hundreds of years and her True Qi was greatly diminished, the might she displayed was akin to an overwhelming tsunami, and under the vast sea of True Qi, Zhao Qingmei was like a small boat.

“Is this the power of a Great Grandmaster?”

Zhao Qingmei was filled with shock, her feet instinctively stepping back.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The wild Qi Mechanism broke through the sky, and even the Sealing Demon Well couldn’t continue to contain this terrifying, horrific Qi Mechanism.

The next moment, even more tremendous True Qi surged into Zhao Qingmei’s body, her inner portals opening and closing, and she immediately sat down cross-legged, preparing to break through to the Three Qi Realm.

…..

At the Sealing Demon Platform, inside the great hall.

Jun Qinglin sat at the top seat of the empty great hall, with only Ouyang Ping and Ouyang Quan below him.

Any sentimentality had already passed, and now all that was left in Jun Qinglin’s heart was calmness.

“Master!”

Ouyang Quan respectfully bowed to Jun Qinglin sitting at the top seat, then picked up a bowl of tea.

A very simple ceremony of discipleship, without baths in fragrant incense or offerings to heaven and earth, just a single bow and a cup of tea.

Jun Qinglin drank the tea, then took out two scrolls and said, “Here are my ‘Inquiry of Heaven’ and ‘Seven Tribulations Dao,’ along with a lifetime of cultivation experiences. If the Sect Hierarch or An Jing wish to see them someday, you show them, perhaps it will help their cultivation.”

Ouyang Quan carefully accepted the scrolls, “Yes.”

Jun Qinglin patted Ouyang Quan’s shoulder, laughing, “The old man also counts on having a successor now.”

Ouyang Ping then seriously said, “In the future, do not tarnish the Great Elder’s reputation.”

Ouyang Quan earnestly replied, “Your disciple will definitely not tarnish Master’s reputation.”

“Hahaha.”

Jun Qinglin laughed and waved his hand, saying, “You’re too serious—what is reputation in this world? I simply hope that with these two martial arts, you can do some good for the Demon Sect or perhaps for the suffering common folk.”

Outer Heaven, Outer Heaven, from the beginning, it was about finding a heaven beyond this one where everyone could live happily and joyfully.

But hopes often run counter to reality, becoming increasingly distant.

“Great Elder.”

Ouyang Ping looked at that aged face, took a deep sigh, then said, “If the Great Yan Dynasty is coming to our aid, do we not have much hope of holding Dongluo Pass?”

Jun Qinglin stood up and walked down from the great hall, “The barbarians from the plains are wild at heart, their bloodlines brimming with wildness. It is this wildness that makes them terrifying, and also this wildness, that will lead to thousands of commoners facing terrible circumstances.”

Moving south to graze horses, engraved in their blood, they not only herd horses but also slaughter sheep for meat.

Just from the fact that dozens of cities on the Northern Wilderness Dao were taken, it’s clear to see.

Butchering cities, looting, continuously plundering, in their eyes humans are no different from livestock, and women are merely tools to satiate their desires.

They believe themselves to be supreme, arrogant, and act wantonly.

Having twice infiltrated Houjin, no one knew this better than Jun Qinglin.

Which emperor rules over these beautiful rivers and mountains doesn’t concern him; what he only knows is that Houjin’s advance southward is a catastrophe of slaughter.

The likelihood of Dongluo Pass holding back this long-desired tiger is almost slim.

Zongzheng Huachun taking action himself shows his determination.

Ouyang Ping, having been on the frontier for a long time, also knew the wild nature of Houjin. How terrible would a tiger released from its cage be?

It would definitely bring disaster to the world.

Jun Qinglin spoke solemnly, “This tiger should be dealt with by another tiger. Only between these two clashing tigers can Outer Heaven continue to survive. We must preserve the vital forces of Outer Heaven, and not let it fall while in our hands.”

The current strength of the Demon Sect makes it too difficult to oppose Houjin. Only dynasties like Yan Country could withstand them.

Ouyang Ping sighed softly, “Indeed.”

If there was anyone who understood Jun Qinglin, it would definitely be Ouyang Ping.

Ouyang Ping remembered that Jun Qinglin had once fallen in love with a woman who was a disciple of a sect in Yan Country. Later, as barbarians from the plains often moved south, she joined the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall to fight against the barbarians, but during a mission, she disappeared in the plains.

Ouyang Ping didn’t know what happened afterward, as Jun Qinglin never mentioned it again, and he never asked further.

Jun Qinglin had twice ventured deep into Houjin, both times for that woman, even confronting Zongzheng Huachun for her.

In the Demon Sect, perhaps no one wished more to fight against Houjin than Jun Qinglin.

This was also one of the reasons why, despite Houjin’s attempts to win him over, Ouyang Ping had always refused to let the Demon Sect lean towards Houjin.

“Boom! Boom!”

Just then, the ground shook.

“The Sealing Demon Well!?”

Jun Qinglin’s figure leaped up, vanishing from the great hall.

Ouyang Ping and his son hurried out, and when they reached the entrance of the hall, they were shocked.

They could see around the Sealing Demon Well, the earth strewn about, a scene of devastation rising with clouds of dust.

Ouyang Quan exclaimed, “What has happened here?”

Not only Ouyang Quan, but Ouyang Ping also furrowed his brows, filled with confusion.

Jun Qinglin looked at the scene before him, then looked up towards the distance, remaining silent.

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