Dominating the Otherworld Starting with a Snake

The central hall of the Holy King Sect is a magnificent building, towering into the clouds. A faint fairy light flows between the carved beams and painted buildings, making it look solemn and dignified.

However, at this moment, this hall, which usually symbolizes majesty and order, is shrouded in a depressing and manic atmosphere.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and it seemed as if the entire hall was shaking!

Everyone saw an elder in a rainbow grey robe with a furious look on his face. He swung his fist and smashed the heavy round table in front of him. "Bang! -!" A loud noise echoed throughout the hall and took a long time to dissipate.

This round ancient table was made of precious spiritual wood. After countless years of refining, it had become as hard as gold and iron. However, it cracked under this blow, and wood chips flew everywhere. One could vaguely see the spiritual light emerging from its interior collapse and dissipate.

"A bunch of idiots! A bunch of idiots! What a bunch of idiots!" The elder's voice was hoarse and torn. He roared the same words three times in a row. Every word pierced into the ears of others like a sharp blade.

His face was distorted with anger and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to burst into flames.

Even so, the situation at the scene was not completely out of control.

After all, although the elder in front of him was furious, he still maintained some basic attitude; however, the expressions of the other elders present were even more embarrassed.

The vulnerability displayed by these people in high positions at this moment is more real and vivid than at any other time.

Who could have thought?

The plan that was originally foolproof and carefully planned for a long time had failed to such an extent!

Their face... The dignified Saint King Sect has now lost face. Not only are the disciples within the sect talking about it, but even the major immortal sects from the outside world are looking at them with either mocking or gloating glances.

It can be said that now the sky of the entire Guanghan Fairyland seems to be covered by some invisible dark clouds, and the core of this dark cloud is none other than them - the once glorious and invincible Saint King Sect!

Just when the silence was about to become suffocating, another sharp and urgent voice broke the deadlock.

"Where's Zhao Qinghe! Where's Zhao Qinghe!" The person who spoke was a thin old man with a sophisticated and shrewd look in his eyes. But at this moment, he seemed particularly irritable and uneasy. "How could she fail? How could things develop to this point with her around?"

His voice suddenly rose several degrees, even mixed with a hint of hysteria. "I said from the beginning that you should never trust outsiders easily! This is the consequence! It is because we trusted that woman too much that we ended up like this today!"

The aura spread out like a mountain pressing down on one's head, causing the people in black robes below to hold their breath and concentrate, not daring to even breathe.

The old fellow who had been eloquent and cursing Zhao Qinghe before, now shrank his neck, as if he wanted to hide himself in the crack of the ground.

His expression changed from anger to fear, his eyes flickered, full of tension and anxiety.

At this time, a red-robed elder who was standing slightly to the right of the center of the crowd slowly spoke. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. "Zhao Dong," his eyes swept across a middle-aged man standing in the crowd like a blade, "You are the person in charge of this operation, and you are also the first person to pass on the news. Now all the high-level people in the sect are gathered here, and they are all waiting for your explanation." After a pause, he continued, "Go ahead, report the situation truthfully - what exactly happened inside?"

Zhao Dong had already thought about the fate that might come this day countless times. He knew what kind of reaction his actions would cause, and he was even mentally prepared to face all kinds of punishment.

However, when he really stood in the center of the hall and faced the piercing gazes of all the top leaders of the Holy King Sect, an indescribable pressure struck deep into his heart.

His throat was dry, as if he had swallowed a piece of red-hot charcoal. Cold sweat quickly broke out from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and soaked his collar.

His legs were also trembling slightly, as if they would collapse at any moment.

"Yes... yes, elder..." Zhao Dong forced his lips to open, but his answer was intermittent and stuttering. This embarrassed look obviously attracted the attention of another red-robed elder on the main seat. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and uttered two words softly: "Relax."

It was just such a simple sentence, but the next moment, Zhao Dong, who was trembling all over because of extreme panic, felt a strange power surging throughout his body, and the suffocating feeling of oppression disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a rare calm, as peaceful as the sea after a storm.

He knew that this was the power of the red-robed elder to make his words come true.

After calming down, Zhao Dong was finally able to speak in a calmer tone: "Elders, please allow me to explain in detail... According to the memories of the surviving juniors, the original plan was executed very smoothly. At that time, we successfully broke through the enemy's defense line according to the established strategy. In order to ensure that Chu Yuntian completely controlled the power of the Flame Dragon Art that Li Twelve had practiced for many years, the Sixth Elder sacrificed his own life to help Chu Yuntian successfully devour it! And it was with this power that Chu Yuntian's strength skyrocketed, and he leapt into a realm that was enough to rival his old enemy Zhao Qinghe!"