The golden light on the square gradually faded, but the discussions grew more heated. The stewards surrounded Chen Sheng, bombarding him with questions about his name and age...
Chen Sheng stood by the Demon Cloud Flying Vehicle, feeling the greedy or awed gazes around him. His sharp spiritual sense suddenly caused a strong unease to surge in his heart.
The next moment, this sense of unease was instantly realized.
Wuchen Daoist suddenly raised his hand, his robe sleeves suddenly swung, and countless strands of pale golden light shot out like flying needles, precisely piercing the foreheads of every Foundation Establishment Steward present.
Even the eight maidservants beside him were not spared.
The moment the light entered their bodies, all the stewards and maidservants froze in place, without a sound.
With these people gone, communication with the Sect was temporarily cut off, and no information could be transmitted.
