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The exit of the secret realm, amid astonished cries, clamor, and heated discussions, Qin Changsheng sat cross-legged in the void expressionless, his eyes profoundly deep.
Yet, everyone felt a chill, icy cold to the bone, as if a metallic spear tip was resting against their backs, raising goosebumps all over.
The other Sect Hierarchs all revealed unusual expressions, their pupils as if harboring flowing star rivers, vast and boundless, filled with silent yet destructive auras that inspired fear.
"Which ancient school's descendent is this, acting so recklessly?" an old lady dressed in a golden Vestment robe spoke. She was a Golden Luan, sitting cross-legged there with even her pupils shimmering golden.
Even several titans had ripples in their hearts, though outwardly they seemed still as boulders, with primal chaos mist faintly entwined around their bodies, creating a subtle atmosphere.