Chapter 280: Reverse? Suppress It All!
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Chapter 280: Reverse? Suppress It All!
Reverse? Suppress It All! . . .
The members of the two great sects couldn't help but sneer at the unfolding situation.
[Do you believe that we've humiliated you? And now you're contemplating retaliation? That's precisely what we've been waiting for! If you provoke us first, you're challenging our honor. If we decide to punish you, not even the House of the Chaotic Storm can intervene!]
These six individuals reveled in their apparent victory.
[Dignity? Well, if the weaker party wishes to defend their dignity, they must be willing to sacrifice their life to the stronger one. Perhaps we'll commend your courage if you die in battle, but that's as far as it goes. We might allow you a semblance of honor, but in our eyes, your honor is no more than a lifeless shell, utterly meaningless!]
They turned their heads, their cold gazes growing even more frigid. In this moment, they unleashed their latent killing intent.
[Since you can't endure it any longer, perhaps we should intensify it further. Let us assist you in releasing it! Once you've burst forth, we can end your life whenever we please, even in front of the House of the Chaotic Storm!]
The Sky No. 1 Room remained tranquil.
Although several minutes had elapsed since their arrival, everything in the room had already been replaced. Ling-Bao Hall had substituted every detail in the room, from the wallpaper to the furnishings. The walls were now concealed beneath layers of silk, and the chairs and tables, crafted from white jade, gleamed with opulence.
At the room's center sat a luxurious purple jade lounge chair. A young man dressed in white occupied it, exuding an air of elegance and handsomeness. His dark hair contrasted with his fair skin, and his long eyebrows extended to his temples, hinting at a profound intellect behind his eyes.
He sat in perfect silence, his attention focused on the burning incense on the table. His eyes remained clear, and the white robe he wore bestowed upon him an almost god-like appearance. nove/Lb-1n
The incense smoke ascended, forming a straight, ascending line. As it reached higher, it began to disperse into the air.
Within the drifting smoke, the young man's gaze seemed to lose its fixed point.
At that moment, the trajectory of the smoke appeared to be disrupted. The once straight path began to shift towards the young man in white.
Slowly, he raised his eyes, a subtle smile gracing his features.
The smile conveyed depths of emotion.
Standing behind him, there was a girl dressed in pristine white. Observing the subtle shift in the man's demeanor, she turned her gaze towards the entrance and remarked, "What a potent emanation of killing intent. Such strength! I wonder which esteemed cultivator has graced us with their presence? We find this particular aura most displeasing."
Her words were delivered with a casual tone, and she didn't so much as shift her feet. Yet, her voice effortlessly drifted throughout the entire salesroom, echoing through the air.
Though her words were straightforward, they reached the ears of everyone in the room with crystal clarity. Her melodious voice brought a sense of ease to those who heard it.
However, the six men representing the two great sects abruptly lowered their heads upon hearing her words, their expressions shifting to shock and fear.
The girl's voice was indeed beautiful, but it carried an underlying message of impending bloodshed.
In the House of the Chaotic Storm, there were only two females: Wan of The Cloud and Xiu of the Heaven. It was clear that the voice belonged to one of them.
No wonder the House of the Chaotic Storm had made such a grand entrance.
As the attendees admired the beauty of the voice, they suddenly grasped the deeper implications. Their cautious gazes turned towards the Sky No. 1 Room.
Evidently, even when softly spoken, the voice carried an aura of authority. It instilled fear in those who heard it.
[If the House of the Chaotic Storm objects, our continued suppression may incur their wrath.]
No one dared to provoke the two ladies from the House of the Chaotic Storm, for doing so would undoubtedly lead to dire consequences.
The two great sects were aware that the House of the Chaotic Storm was displeased with their actions against Ling-Bao Hall. Punishment might be forthcoming.
Recognizing this, they immediately ceased their suppression.
As the suppression lifted, the two hundred assassins under Liu Changjun's command momentarily lost control, unintentionally releasing their accumulated killing intent. The salesroom was abruptly saturated with a chilling and ruthless atmosphere.
It wasn't the actual drop in temperature that made it feel cold; it was the sheer intensity of their murderous intent.
All present were seasoned cultivators, and they swiftly understood the situation, displaying minimal surprise.
Liu Changjun took a deep breath and bellowed, "CALM DOWN!"
In the ensuing silence, his shout resonated like a bolt of lightning, startling those in the salesroom.
However, this shout had the desired effect. It compelled the assassins to regain control over themselves, retracting their murderous intent. In an instant, the salesroom seemed to return to its previous state of tranquility.
The hands of the assassins gradually released their sword hilts.
Although it seemed like a fight could have erupted at any moment, it never did.
Wan Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief.
The suppression he had been enduring finally dissipated, and he glanced in the direction where Liu Changjun stood. However, due to the shadows, he couldn't make out Liu Changjun's figure. Yet, in this moment, warmth spread through Wan Zhenghao's heart.
[He does care about me after all. He treats me like a brother, even if he doesn't know how to express it. That's enough for me.]
Sometimes, people found satisfaction when they lowered their expectations. Although Liu Changjun had merely done a small favor for Wan Zhenghao, the latter felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to him.
Wan of the Cloud cast her eyes across the entire salesroom before returning her gaze to her room.
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Chapter 280: Reverse? Suppress It All!
Reverse? Suppress It All! . . .
The members of the two great sects couldn't help but sneer at the unfolding situation.
[Do you believe that we've humiliated you? And now you're contemplating retaliation? That's precisely what we've been waiting for! If you provoke us first, you're challenging our honor. If we decide to punish you, not even the House of the Chaotic Storm can intervene!]
These six individuals reveled in their apparent victory.
[Dignity? Well, if the weaker party wishes to defend their dignity, they must be willing to sacrifice their life to the stronger one. Perhaps we'll commend your courage if you die in battle, but that's as far as it goes. We might allow you a semblance of honor, but in our eyes, your honor is no more than a lifeless shell, utterly meaningless!]
They turned their heads, their cold gazes growing even more frigid. In this moment, they unleashed their latent killing intent.
[Since you can't endure it any longer, perhaps we should intensify it further. Let us assist you in releasing it! Once you've burst forth, we can end your life whenever we please, even in front of the House of the Chaotic Storm!]
The Sky No. 1 Room remained tranquil.
Although several minutes had elapsed since their arrival, everything in the room had already been replaced. Ling-Bao Hall had substituted every detail in the room, from the wallpaper to the furnishings. The walls were now concealed beneath layers of silk, and the chairs and tables, crafted from white jade, gleamed with opulence.
At the room's center sat a luxurious purple jade lounge chair. A young man dressed in white occupied it, exuding an air of elegance and handsomeness. His dark hair contrasted with his fair skin, and his long eyebrows extended to his temples, hinting at a profound intellect behind his eyes.
He sat in perfect silence, his attention focused on the burning incense on the table. His eyes remained clear, and the white robe he wore bestowed upon him an almost god-like appearance. nove/Lb-1n
The incense smoke ascended, forming a straight, ascending line. As it reached higher, it began to disperse into the air.
Within the drifting smoke, the young man's gaze seemed to lose its fixed point.
At that moment, the trajectory of the smoke appeared to be disrupted. The once straight path began to shift towards the young man in white.
Slowly, he raised his eyes, a subtle smile gracing his features.
The smile conveyed depths of emotion.
Standing behind him, there was a girl dressed in pristine white. Observing the subtle shift in the man's demeanor, she turned her gaze towards the entrance and remarked, "What a potent emanation of killing intent. Such strength! I wonder which esteemed cultivator has graced us with their presence? We find this particular aura most displeasing."
Her words were delivered with a casual tone, and she didn't so much as shift her feet. Yet, her voice effortlessly drifted throughout the entire salesroom, echoing through the air.
Though her words were straightforward, they reached the ears of everyone in the room with crystal clarity. Her melodious voice brought a sense of ease to those who heard it.
However, the six men representing the two great sects abruptly lowered their heads upon hearing her words, their expressions shifting to shock and fear.
The girl's voice was indeed beautiful, but it carried an underlying message of impending bloodshed.
In the House of the Chaotic Storm, there were only two females: Wan of The Cloud and Xiu of the Heaven. It was clear that the voice belonged to one of them.
No wonder the House of the Chaotic Storm had made such a grand entrance.
As the attendees admired the beauty of the voice, they suddenly grasped the deeper implications. Their cautious gazes turned towards the Sky No. 1 Room.
Evidently, even when softly spoken, the voice carried an aura of authority. It instilled fear in those who heard it.
[If the House of the Chaotic Storm objects, our continued suppression may incur their wrath.]
No one dared to provoke the two ladies from the House of the Chaotic Storm, for doing so would undoubtedly lead to dire consequences.
The two great sects were aware that the House of the Chaotic Storm was displeased with their actions against Ling-Bao Hall. Punishment might be forthcoming.
Recognizing this, they immediately ceased their suppression.
As the suppression lifted, the two hundred assassins under Liu Changjun's command momentarily lost control, unintentionally releasing their accumulated killing intent. The salesroom was abruptly saturated with a chilling and ruthless atmosphere.
It wasn't the actual drop in temperature that made it feel cold; it was the sheer intensity of their murderous intent.
All present were seasoned cultivators, and they swiftly understood the situation, displaying minimal surprise.
Liu Changjun took a deep breath and bellowed, "CALM DOWN!"
In the ensuing silence, his shout resonated like a bolt of lightning, startling those in the salesroom.
However, this shout had the desired effect. It compelled the assassins to regain control over themselves, retracting their murderous intent. In an instant, the salesroom seemed to return to its previous state of tranquility.
The hands of the assassins gradually released their sword hilts.
Although it seemed like a fight could have erupted at any moment, it never did.
Wan Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief.
The suppression he had been enduring finally dissipated, and he glanced in the direction where Liu Changjun stood. However, due to the shadows, he couldn't make out Liu Changjun's figure. Yet, in this moment, warmth spread through Wan Zhenghao's heart.
[He does care about me after all. He treats me like a brother, even if he doesn't know how to express it. That's enough for me.]
Sometimes, people found satisfaction when they lowered their expectations. Although Liu Changjun had merely done a small favor for Wan Zhenghao, the latter felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to him.
Wan of the Cloud cast her eyes across the entire salesroom before returning her gaze to her room.
Chapter 280: Reverse? Suppress It All! Reverse? Suppress It All! . . . The members of the two great sects couldn't help but sneer at the unfolding situation. Do you believe that we've humiliated you? And now you're contemplating retaliation? That's precisely what we've been waiting for! If you provoke us first, you're challenging our honor. If we decide to punish you, not even the House of the Chaotic Storm can intervene! These six individuals reveled in their apparent victory. Dignity? Well, if the weaker party wishes to defend their dignity, they must be willing to sacrifice their life to the stronger one. Perhaps we'll commend your courage if you die in battle, but that's as far as it goes. We might allow you a semblance of honor, but in our eyes, your honor is no more than a lifeless shell, utterly meaningless! They turned their heads, their cold gazes growing even more frigid. In this moment, they unleashed their latent killing intent. Since you can't endure it any longer, perhaps we should intensify it further. Let us assist you in releasing it! Once you've burst forth, we can end your life whenever we please, even in front of the House of the Chaotic Storm! The Sky No. 1 Room remained tranquil. Although several minutes had elapsed since their arrival, everything in the room had already been replaced. Ling-Bao Hall had substituted every detail in the room, from the wallpaper to the furnishings. The walls were now concealed beneath layers of silk, and the chairs and tables, crafted from white jade, gleamed with opulence. At the room's center sat a luxurious purple jade lounge chair. A young man dressed in white occupied it, exuding an air of elegance and handsomeness. His dark hair contrasted with his fair skin, and his long eyebrows extended to his temples, hinting at a profound intellect behind his eyes. He sat in perfect silence, his attention focused on the burning incense on the table. His eyes remained clear, and the white robe he wore bestowed upon him an almost god-like appearance. nove/Lb-1nThe incense smoke ascended, forming a straight, ascending line. As it reached higher, it began to disperse into the air. Within the drifting smoke, the young man's gaze seemed to lose its fixed point. At that moment, the trajectory of the smoke appeared to be disrupted. The once straight path began to shift towards the young man in white. Slowly, he raised his eyes, a subtle smile gracing his features. The smile conveyed depths of emotion. Standing behind him, there was a girl dressed in pristine white. Observing the subtle shift in the man's demeanor, she turned her gaze towards the entrance and remarked, "What a potent emanation of killing intent. Such strength! I wonder which esteemed cultivator has graced us with their presence? We find this particular aura most displeasing." Her words were delivered with a casual tone, and she didn't so much as shift her feet. Yet, her voice effortlessly drifted throughout the entire salesroom, echoing through the air. Though her words were straightforward, they reached the ears of everyone in the room with crystal clarity. Her melodious voice brought a sense of ease to those who heard it. However, the six men representing the two great sects abruptly lowered their heads upon hearing her words, their expressions shifting to shock and fear. The girl's voice was indeed beautiful, but it carried an underlying message of impending bloodshed. In the House of the Chaotic Storm, there were only two females: Wan of The Cloud and Xiu of the Heaven. It was clear that the voice belonged to one of them. No wonder the House of the Chaotic Storm had made such a grand entrance. As the attendees admired the beauty of the voice, they suddenly grasped the deeper implications. Their cautious gazes turned towards the Sky No. 1 Room. Evidently, even when softly spoken, the voice carried an aura of authority. It instilled fear in those who heard it. If the House of the Chaotic Storm objects, our continued suppression may incur their wrath. No one dared to provoke the two ladies from the House of the Chaotic Storm, for doing so would undoubtedly lead to dire consequences. The two great sects were aware that the House of the Chaotic Storm was displeased with their actions against Ling-Bao Hall. Punishment might be forthcoming. Recognizing this, they immediately ceased their suppression. As the suppression lifted, the two hundred assassins under Liu Changjun's command momentarily lost control, unintentionally releasing their accumulated killing intent. The salesroom was abruptly saturated with a chilling and ruthless atmosphere. It wasn't the actual drop in temperature that made it feel cold; it was the sheer intensity of their murderous intent. All present were seasoned cultivators, and they swiftly understood the situation, displaying minimal surprise. Liu Changjun took a deep breath and bellowed, "CALM DOWN!" In the ensuing silence, his shout resonated like a bolt of lightning, startling those in the salesroom. However, this shout had the desired effect. It compelled the assassins to regain control over themselves, retracting their murderous intent. In an instant, the salesroom seemed to return to its previous state of tranquility. The hands of the assassins gradually released their sword hilts. Although it seemed like a fight could have erupted at any moment, it never did. Wan Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief. The suppression he had been enduring finally dissipated, and he glanced in the direction where Liu Changjun stood. However, due to the shadows, he couldn't make out Liu Changjun's figure. Yet, in this moment, warmth spread through Wan Zhenghao's heart. He does care about me after all. He treats me like a brother, even if he doesn't know how to express it. That's enough for me. Sometimes, people found satisfaction when they lowered their expectations. Although Liu Changjun had merely done a small favor for Wan Zhenghao, the latter felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to him. Wan of the Cloud cast her eyes across the entire salesroom before returning her gaze to her room.
