Under Huang Xiaolong's blinding spell, none of the countless spectators, including the ancient behemoths dwelling within the bronze hall, could sense the presence of the underworld.
All they saw was a vortex churning like wind and clouds on the stage, filled with deathly and resentful energy, leaving their hearts filled with unease and bewilderment.
"Little brother, you mustn't have an accident~!" Duanmu Wei was deeply concerned, her delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed.
The same was true for Elder Lan Yue and the others.
As for Huang Xiaolong's four wives, they seemed quite relaxed.
Within the underworld!
"Spit it out!" Huang Xiaolong urged eagerly to know the astonishing secrets hidden behind those nine black daggers, also appearing somewhat anxious now.