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The sunset had not yet fallen, dyeing the heavens a blood-red, desolate beauty. The imperial palace stood towering, solemn, and awe-inspiring, exuding a faint golden glow.

In such a brief span of time, five Venerables had fallen one after another. From their arrival to their demise, it had not been long; the sun had not yet fully set.

The remaining disciples were all petrified, daring not to make a single move. Each one of them felt cold from head to toe. How could they possibly contend against Little Stone? Who could compete with him?

"Clang!"

Shi Hao sheathed his sword, carried the National Guardian Divine Halberd on his back, and turned to leave, walking towards the Central Heavenly Palace without giving them a second glance.

"Did he spare us?" A disciple came to his senses, feeling surprisingly joyful from being ignored, a sentiment unthinkable in normal times.