Chapter 1242 - Mysterious Token
Yu Zhengyang finally yielded and lowered his head. He ground his teeth until several cracked. His eyes turned bloodshot, blazing like a tiger ready to rend its prey. The murderous glare he fixed on Liu Wuxie seemed sharp enough to shred him. If looks could kill, Liu Wuxie would have perished a thousand times over.
The square fell into complete silence. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the two words.
"Grandfather!" Yu Zhengyang roared, spitting a mouthful of blood. Then, he collapsed, unconscious.
The words echoed through the square and reverberated through the air. The divine senses that had lingered overhead finally dispersed; the confrontation was over.
Disciples carried Yu Zhengyang away in a pitiful state; without prompt treatment, his injury could permanently cripple his cultivation.
"Everyone, disperse!" Elder Ji commanded, his sharp gaze sweeping the crowd.
The disciples began to leave, yet everyone knew today's incident would spread like wildfire beyond the outer gate, and that word of Liu Wuxie's name would soon reach the true disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
The square gradually emptied. Deacons stayed behind and reorganized the Book Collection Pavilion's spiritual array; no one dared mention the jamming again.
"Elder Long, we will take our leave," Elder Ji and Elder Huang said, clasping hands respectfully before departing for the lesser realm.
Elder Long nodded in return. They were fellow elders, but he was not familiar with either of them.
Elder Ding lingered a moment longer, nodded to Liu Wuxie, and left. Soon, only Liu Wuxie and Elder Long remained in the square.
"Elder Long, thank you for stepping in," Liu Wuxie said, bowing suddenly. He knew that without Elder Long's intervention, the outcome could have been very different.