Dusk Province’s restriction had killed a golden immortal with the same ease as one would squash a stink bug. Blood drained from the crowd’s faces. How could an august immortal—that noble breed of immortals—be so easily dispatched? 

They’d heard about the restriction simply glaring the House Dongling patriarch to death, but hearsay wasn't the same as witnessing with their own eyes.

Despite the restriction’s departure, no one dared move an inch. Sweeping his gaze across the collected immortals, Lu Yun shook his head before taking his leave, bloodcorpse in tow.

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In the air, Feng Wujiang was driven to the point of delirium. Uncle Heng was dead, and now so was Feng Yin. Shrieks of rage echoing in...