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For a split second, Money Prince's gaze went blank before instantly recovering. With an airy, nonchalant composure, he remarked: "Well done. With so many items and yin artifacts on you, if you still couldn't win, you’d be utter garbage." *Boss, are you desperately saving face right now?* Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, keeping his head bowed. "But I seem to have caused major trouble. Heaven's Punishment won't let me off, and I'm really panicking right now," Zhang Yuanqing said. *You, panic?* Fu Qingyang cast him a cold glance, taking the cue. "Then we do need to put our heads together. Give me a detailed account of what happened." Zhang Yuanqing described the entire battle to Fu Qingyang in detail, from using the Grand Marshal's name as a banner to fool the Qinghe Branch at the very start, to using teleportation items to break away from the battlefield at the end. Every detail, from beginning to end. Fu Qingyang listened in silence, then suddenly asked, "Shouldn't your first priority right now be the Palace Master of Halting Slaughter?" His boss's face practically had the word "scumbag" written all over it. Zhang Yuanqing said, "If she disengages from battle, she'll contact me." Who calls to check up right in the middle of combat? When Zhang Yuanqing had reached out to the Palace Master of Halting Slaughter for help, he had already shared Demon Hunter's profile and the class traits of a Wind Mage with her. Her reply had been that it was no big deal. She might not necessarily win, but she definitely wouldn't lose. Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing wasn't worried about her safety. Besides, Musicians, like the Desire class, were exceptionally good at staying alive. Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang in his pocket. A glance at the caller ID: Crazy Palace Master. Zhang Yuanqing answered in surprise, probing, "Palace Master, finished fighting?" Through the speaker came the Palace Master of Halting Slaughter's weary voice: "I've disengaged from battle." Fu Qingyang frowned, staring at the phone, and tilted his chin slightly. Zhang Yuanqing caught his boss's drift in a flash and asked, "So fast?" In bed, the Desire class was a clingy little vixen; on the battlefield, Wind Mages were the clingy pests that gave every class a headache. Without special means, shaking off a Wind Mage's pursuit was practically impossible. Theoretically, it was impossible for the Palace Master to break away so quickly. The Palace Master chuckled melodiously. "Don't think you're the only one with teleportation items... Alright, I suffered some minor injuries and need to take a nap to recuperate. Remember my cut of the spoils." She seemed reluctant to dwell on the matter, hanging up after letting him know she was safe. Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Teleportation might only be a Saint-stage skill, but items with teleportation functionality are exceedingly rare. As a Musician, where would she find channels to buy one?" Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. "I don't know." *It was probably purchased through Chen Shu's channels. That mom of mine is a business partner of Mr. Bill; she can definitely reach the Merchant Guild.* Fu Qingyang skipped past the topic, paused in thought for a few seconds, and said: "Write a report for me first. I'll forward it to headquarters on your behalf to explain the causes and consequences of the incident. As for how to handle Pluto, let's see each side's bargaining chips first. Let headquarters, the Association of God of Beauty, and Heaven's Punishment make their offers—don't rush into a decision. "Strictly speaking, the spoils you took are not spoils of war, because Heaven's Punishment isn't an enemy. The Five Elements Alliance will not acknowledge the term 'spoils of war.'" Spoils were plundered from enemies; if they were spoils, that would mean Heaven's Punishment and the Five Elements Alliance were enemies. "But we can't just return them like that, right?" Zhang Yuanqing frowned. Fu Qingyang chuckled. "Just ask for less." Only then did Zhang Yuanqing break into a grin. "Got it, Boss! Hmm, should I write the mission report now?" Writing the mission report served two purposes: first, signaling their stance to headquarters that the Five Elements Alliance could participate in Pluto's affair; second, legitimizing the teleportation jade talisman. He only needed to state in the report that the teleportation item had been sold to him by the President of the Merchant Guild, providing a legitimate origin. This had to be explained, or those old foxes at the top would start letting their imaginations run wild. A mission report could resolve a great deal of trouble. "No rush. Let's see Pluto first," Fu Qingyang said. "I'm curious about the secrets he carries." "Didn't you say we shouldn't wade into muddy waters?" "The situation has changed now. Pluto's custody is destined to be negotiated out in the open, which means his secrets will more or less become known. One more party knowing won't make a difference," Fu Qingyang replied. *Boss sure has flexible bottom lines...* Zhang Yuanqing felt the exact same way. He immediately brought out Little Red Riding Hood and gave it a gentle shake. A man with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and short light-brown hair rolled onto the carpet. He wore spring mountaineering attire, had rugged facial contours, and sported a light stubble of beard around his mouth. At this moment, Pluto's eyes held neither despair nor confusion, only a placid calm, like a traveler who had drifted for years and finally found home. "His demeanor doesn't look like an evil class," Fu Qingyang remarked coldly. In a standard foreign accent, he asked, "A pleasure to meet you. I am Fu Qingyang. You must have heard of the Fu family." Pluto scrutinized him. "Yes. A clan of Scouts, quite famous in the West." Fu Qingyang scrutinized him in return. "Pluto, you are under arrest. I have a few questions for you. Would you like to answer while lying on the floor, or chat over on my guest sofa?" "Is there a difference?" "If you chat on the sofa, you can enjoy fine liquor—whisky, champagne, red wine, or even Erguotou," Fu Qingyang said indifferently. "A gentleman, I see!" Pluto smiled. "I choose over there." *Can you two slow down your speech? My listening comprehension isn't that great...* Unable to cut in, Zhang Yuanqing could only grumble inwardly. Fu Qingyang flicked his finger, releasing a strand of sword qi that severed the red string and tender tendrils binding Pluto. Pluto was remarkably nonchalant. Dusting off his backside, he stood up, sank into an expensive armchair, and said, "I'd like a mizuwari, and preferably something to eat." Fu Qingyang obliged his request. Soon, a bunny girl served delicious desserts and snacks, poured liquor for the two of them, and brought Zhang Yuanqing an iced cola. Zhang Yuanqing silently opened a translation app. Pluto downed the liquor in his glass in one gulp, grabbed the desserts and snacks, and tucked in hungrily. "What do you want to ask?" "Boss, this guy seems to be playing tricks," Zhang Yuanqing cautioned in a low voice. Pluto was acting far too carefree, which did not match the state he had shown when he was first captured. Sitting upright with an impassive expression, Fu Qingyang said, "He is simply tired." Money Prince gazed intently at Pluto and asked, "Why is Heaven's Punishment trying to capture you?" Pluto swallowed his food, poured himself another drink, and replied, "For a list." "What list?" Money Prince narrowed his eyes. Pluto stared deeply at the coffee table, zoning out for a few seconds before saying, "A list containing information on the members of an organization called the 'Covenant of Freedom'—or more accurately, the identities of some of its members." "Covenant of Freedom? What organization is that?" Zhang Yuanqing immediately glanced at Money Prince, only to find his boss frowning in thought as well. *Alright, Money Prince hasn't heard of it either...* "It's impossible for you to have heard of this organization, because it disbanded after the fall of the Holy See—or rather, went into hiding." Pluto's voice turned low and somber. "On the surface, the downfall of the Holy See was caused by spirit realm walkers from both the orthodox and evil factions uniting to overthrow it out of discontent with its tyranny. But in reality, a mysterious organization drove everything behind the scenes. That organization was the 'Covenant of Freedom.' "It is the oldest and most mysterious spirit realm walker organization in the world, its history matching that of the Holy See itself. My leader, Eternal Dream, told me that the Covenant of Freedom was founded specifically to overthrow the Holy See." Pluto took another sip of liquor, his tone low and solemn, like a devout believer reciting scripture: "Beside a lake of blood, the first divine disciples swore an oath: to overthrow the faith of the false god, to exterminate the lineage of heresy, and to reduce the Holy See to ashes beneath the true god's wrath. "They slit their wrists, proving their conviction with blood; their resolve was as unfathomable as that lake of blood." "Sounds like an evil cult," Zhang Yuanqing remarked. "What does 'divine disciples' mean?" Pluto shook his head. "I will tell you what I know. What I don't say is what I don't know." Pausing briefly, he continued: "My leader, Eternal Dream, was one of the first divine disciples. He witnessed that oath with his own eyes and swore beside the blood lake to overthrow the Holy See. I asked him more than once where the oath was taken. He said: In the Divine Kingdom." "The Divine Kingdom should be a dungeon, or a pocket dimension resembling a dungeon. If that's all, Heaven's Punishment wouldn't be pursuing you so relentlessly," Money Prince remarked calmly. To him, such affairs were all too ordinary. Humanity's methods and tactics in fighting for power and profit were largely identical; countless similar incidents had transpired throughout history. "As I just said, the Covenant of Freedom never vanished—it only hid," Pluto said gravely. "If today's spirit realm walker organizations are rulers under the sun, then the Covenant of Freedom is the king hidden in the shadows of history. They manipulate the world from the dark, guiding its trajectory. Beyond orchestrating the fall of the Holy See, they also plotted the battle for the Compass of Light over twenty years ago. And then there's the assassination attack on Heaven's Punishment's Chief Prosecutor, or the 2007 March Mountain Summit earthquake." Fu Qingyang's expression abruptly turned serious. Zhang Yuanqing was a bit bewildered. Only after reading the translation on his screen did he realize the gravity of the matter. Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of cola. "What were the attack on Heaven's Punishment's Chief Prosecutor and the earthquake?" Fu Qingyang explained, "The attack on Heaven's Punishment's Chief Prosecutor happened ten years ago. That demigod was ambushed without warning. I heard from family elders that if the Vice President of the Merchant Guild hadn't happened to be nearby, Heaven's Punishment might have lost a demigod. The Chief Prosecutor is one of the strongest demigods alive." Zhang Yuanqing instantly felt a chill run across his scalp. Fu Qingyang continued: "The 2007 March Mountain Summit earthquake—those in attendance were all prominent figures from the First District: spirit realm aristocratic families, orthodox organizations, civilian factions, and ordinary government officials from various nations tasked with managing spirit realm walkers. "They had apparently gathered for a meeting regarding a certain project. During the conference, a sudden earthquake struck March Mountain, tearing the mountains asunder. Everyone who attended the summit died in the earthquake; not a single soul survived." *Now that's terrifying...* Zhang Yuanqing drew in a sharp breath. "What was the purpose of the meeting?" Fu Qingyang shook his head. "The meeting's contents are strictly classified. I didn't pay attention to it back then, but I'll inquire about it later." He fixed his gaze on Pluto. "How do you know all this?" Pluto shrugged. "Eternal Dream was my father. He sired many children, and I was the most outstanding among them. He groomed me as his successor." Fu Qingyang scrutinized him for a few seconds and verified the truth of his words. Swirling his glass and listening to the crisp clink of ice against the crystal, he said slowly: "A mysterious, ancient organization that single-handedly plotted the fall of the Holy See, possesses the might to assassinate a demigod, and lurks in the shadows shaping the world's course. Terrifying indeed, but I don't think it's that simple." "How so?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. Fu Qingyang spoke deliberately: "The Holy See's conduct back then was indeed tyrannical, but at the end of the day, it was an orthodox organization. If it hadn't fallen and had continued down to this day, what would have happened?" Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and said, "The world would belong to the Holy See, and it would also belong to Order." "Precisely!" Fu Qingyang nodded. "So who would want to destroy Order? The evil faction. Assuming this hypothesis holds true, the Covenant of Freedom is a blade hanging over the necks of all orthodox factions. However, I suspect matters are slightly more complex, because the Covenant of Freedom contains both orthodox and evil members, much like a neutral faction." Zhang Yuanqing nodded along. Whether orthodox or evil, they operated in the open. This Covenant of Freedom's style was more reminiscent of the Night Rose—though of course, the Night Rose's history and mystery paled in comparison to the Covenant of Freedom. "Your father, Eternal Dream, held part of that list. Did he pass it to you after his death?" Fu Qingyang asked. "That list has already been torn to shreds by me. It's right here." Pluto pointed to his own head, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. "Do you want it? I can write it out." "No!" Zhang Yuanqing and Fu Qingyang chickened out in unison. It was an immense temptation, but the temptation itself was far too lethal. When it came to that list, even Money Prince—who regarded all the heroes of the world as garbage—had no desire to touch it. Pluto shrugged. "The best form of revenge would be to recite it out loud regardless of consequences. But for the sake of the whisky and desserts, I won't screw you over." "You're kindhearted enough that you barely seem like an evil class," Zhang Yuanqing said, amazed. "I'm not a good person. I've done every bad deed under the sun. I'm just too exhausted—so tired that I've lost interest in everything." Pluto leaned back wearily against the sofa. "Over these years, I've run across half the globe, unable to even sleep peacefully. The person I want revenge on most is Eternal Dream. He shouldn't have told me that damn list, that son of a bitch." Fu Qingyang put handcuffs (an item) on Pluto and had Zhang Yuanqing take him to the underground holding cell. Once his lackey led the prisoner away, Fu Qingyang returned to his bedroom, changed into a martial arts uniform, and headed toward the training room carrying a wooden sword. "Young Master?" Seeing his attire, the bunny girl on the night shift froze in surprise. "Hasn't your training for today already finished?" Money Prince was a man of meticulous routine, regular as a precision mechanical watch, with a strict schedule for his cultivation. Had something provoked him today? Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Prepare a late-night snack. From now on, my training time will be doubled." *** Inside the luxurious, exquisite cabin of the Gulfstream flying from Bagui Province to the capital, Demon Hunter cast a cold gaze over his three subordinates. Having received timely medical treatment, they were out of life-threatening danger. Aside from being somewhat weak, they were largely fine physically. However, the trauma inflicted on their spirits could not be repaired by the Life Source Fluid. In tonight's battle, the one hit hardest was Osmond. Right now, he was slumped lifelessly in a plush seat, his face ashen and his pupils dilated, looking like a wooden puppet devoid of vitality. For Osmond to reach his current level, he was by no means weak-willed. Yet Demon Hunter knew that this setback was simply too colossal. As a noble son of the Harley family, doted upon as the center of attention in his clan and watched with high expectations in Heaven's Punishment, he had been ruthlessly trampled underfoot in a foreign land by a kid who had become a spirit realm walker barely half a year ago—someone reportedly still in college. And that kid had taken them on one versus three. Demon Hunter then looked at Hoover. The young Wind Mage lay lazily, seemingly asleep, but Demon Hunter noticed that his fists had remained tightly clenched ever since boarding the plane, never once relaxing. Hailing from a prominent clan, Hoover was also a student of Doyle Jerome, a First-Rank Gold Executive. Placing him in the Five Elements Alliance, that was equivalent to being a personal disciple of the Ten Elders. Within Heaven's Punishment, Hoover's status was arguably even higher than Osmond's. This extraordinarily gifted Wind Mage appeared indolent on the surface, but was fiercely arrogant beneath. His languid attitude was merely disdain for the outside world; no one had ever pushed him to take things seriously. The blow he suffered tonight was no lighter than Osmond's. As for Chazo, whose temperament was the most resilient, he sat silently in a corner seat with a dejected expression, not having uttered a single word since boarding. Demon Hunter glanced at his wristwatch. "Four hours remain until we reach the capital. I'm giving you four hours, and four hours only. When we step off this plane, I expect three subordinates in proper condition to assist with my work." With that, he withdrew his gaze, turned on his phone screen, and logged into the Five Elements Alliance forum. The administrators of the Five Elements Alliance forum had cleared all previous pinned posts and highlighted three new threads in red at the top. Of these three threads, one was a text post by a colleague named "Wang Xiao'er" from the Nanming Branch, one was a video post by colleague "Yun Meng" from the Qinghe Branch, and one was a video post by "Ninth Uncle" from the Qinghe Branch. All three threads covered a single event: Yuanshi Tianzun completely wiping out three peak Saints of Heaven's Punishment in the Shiwan Dashan of Bagui Province. Wang Xiao'er's post was a written narrative, recounting everything from what "Sanqing Daozu" did in Nanming City to how he crushed the three peak Saints in the Shiwan Dashan, leaving nothing out. Yun Meng's post was a five-minute video documenting the entire process of Yuanshi Tianzun annihilating the three Saints. Ninth Uncle's post captured the battle between Dominators high up in the sky. At 12:30 midnight, the calm forum suddenly flooded with posts from employees of the Qinghe Branch, with eye-popping headlines: #Yuanshi Tianzun Solo Duels Heaven's Punishment Saints# #Yuanshi Tianzun Is Fucking Overpowered# #Is Yuanshi Tianzun the Strongest Below Dominator?# #Can't Accept That a Newly Promoted Level 6 Yuanshi Tianzun Is This Strong# There were twenty to thirty similar posts scattered across the board. The forum administrators noticed them immediately, and after learning what had happened, they were struck dumb. Every single post told of an incident that was unfathomable yet blood-boiling: —Yuanshi Tianzun, solely by his own power, had completely crushed three peak Saints from Heaven's Punishment. Pure fantasy! This was a story that even clickbait content farms couldn't dare make up. Yet after watching the video footage, the forum administrators accepted reality in a mixture of extreme shock and euphoria. They immediately sent a message reporting the incident to their superiors in the publicity department. Upon receiving approval from leadership, they pulled down all pinned threads and selected three posts reconstructing the event to pin at the top, making it easy for official walkers to grasp the full story the following morning. They had expected tomorrow to be an explosive day of public discussion, but their calculations were off. Within half an hour of pinning the posts, views reached a staggering ten thousand and continued climbing by the second. An hour later, the view count surpassed the total number of official spirit realm walkers. Evidently, beyond official walkers, members from major spirit realm aristocratic families, Taiyi Sect Night Wanderers, and everyone else with forum access were devouring the posts. Without even guessing, the night owls lurking on the forum had caught wind of the massive gossip and alerted colleagues and friends, who in turn alerted more colleagues. One told ten, ten told a hundred, until official walkers fast asleep were waking up just to binge on the drama. Forget rank-and-file walkers—a seismic event like this had likely alarmed even the Ten Elders. Yuanshi Tianzun single-handedly challenging three Heaven's Punishment Saints and crushing them utterly was, to the Five Elements Alliance members who had been stewing in fury for days, no different from soccer fans watching their national team win the World Cup. And to the Dominators, the cause of this conflict was a major matter requiring an emergency midnight meeting to discuss. The discussions among official walkers were mainly concentrated under the threads of "Wang Xiao'er" and "Yun Meng." As for the battle between the two Dominators, on one hand the distance was too great and the footage blurry, and on the other hand, it was completely overshadowed by Yuanshi Tianzun's feat, so few paid it much attention. [Huang Taiji: When the Turmoil of the Five Elements dungeon ended, Yuanshi Tianzun's combat power was indeed at the level of an early Level 6. Only half a month has passed, and he is already invincible at the Saint stage.] [Niulanshan Little Fairy: Heavens, I can't believe this at all. My devotion to Lord Tianzun runs deep, but I never imagined he could pull off something like this. Am I hallucinating?] [Peony Fairy: There shouldn't be an illusion of this scale in the world. Heaven's Punishment's Osmond defeated Fire Prince, and Hoover beat Yin Ji, yet the three of them joined forces and couldn't even touch a single hair on Yuanshi Tianzun. If this weren't pinned on the official forum, I'd doubt the video's authenticity too.] [Deep Blue Dread: That means even if our Alliance's Four Young Masters teamed up back then, Lord Tianzun would still crush them. What tier of combat strength is this? He probably has no rival below Dominator.] [Cao Toushen: Ahaha, where's Osmond now? Brothers in the capital, anyone up for grouping up to mock the Siren at the Maple Grove Night Hotel? This is so damn satisfying! I'm officially a fan of Yuanshi Tianzun from now on.] [Setting Sun Yellow: The Four Young Masters are history; Yuanshi Tianzun is our peak combat powerhouse of the Saint stage. What does Osmond amount to? Three of him wouldn't be enough to take Yuanshi Tianzun on. From now on, Yuanshi Tianzun is the only one I acknowledge.] [Tinder: I've been suffocating with rage for days. Beautifully done! The face the Five Elements Alliance lost, Yuanshi Tianzun won back for us! That Osmond probably won't ever dare set foot in our country again. Even back in Heaven's Punishment, the three of them will be an international laughingstock. Three-on-one and crushed—an indelible stain for life! It feels so damn good! A drink is mandatory tonight!] [Milky White Bosom: I'm already getting ready to hop the firewall tomorrow and watch the drama on Heaven's Punishment's forum. So satisfying! Just thinking about it feels amazing. Popping open a bottle of wine to watch the video again.] [Niu Xiaomei: Lord Tianzun's bounty on the black market is about to rise again, right? He'll probably jump straight to rank one on the Heaven Board this time.] The top-voted comments in the thread were all along these intensely emotional lines. A few days ago, the three members of Heaven's Punishment had defeated Fire Prince and Yin Ji at the exchange conference. Prince had avoided fighting, and Yellow Prince, who performed best, had merely leveraged his thick skin and toughness to force a draw. Among the younger generation of the Five Elements Alliance, they literally could not find anyone who could match Heaven's Punishment's three Saints, leaving Osmond arrogant enough to mock and sneer at them. For any official walker with a shred of collective pride, who wouldn't feel suffocated with indignation? Now, Yuanshi Tianzun had crushed the Heaven's Punishment Saints with an even more dazzling and domineering record, letting every official walker who had swallowed humiliation hold their heads high. Scrolling further down, people began analyzing the battle itself. "This is the first time I've ever seen this style of fighting. Can a Star Official really fight like this? Yuanshi Tianzun didn't even lift a finger from start to finish—talk about absolute style." "Using yin corpses and spirit servants as pawns while his true body orchestrates everything via Stargazing. There are experts in the Taiyi Sect who can pull off this tactic, but they're all senior veterans who specialize in stellar power; an ordinary person could never do it. How long has it been since Yuanshi Tianzun advanced to Saint? An absolute monster." "Look, that yin corpse is wearing the Heaven-Worship Set, right? That Chazo couldn't even withstand ten exchanges! I saw his fight with Huang Taiji, and his melee ability was clearly formidable." "That item that can switch forms also seems top-tier. Yuanshi Tianzun really has a mountain of items—the moniker 'Item Tianzun' is well-deserved. What an incredible battle." "Holy shit, isn't that our Jianghuai Branch's Yin-Yang Turntable? Wasn't it reported lost in a dungeon? Yuanshi Tianzun really did pocket our treasure! Headquarters should uphold justice for us!" "Uphold justice your ass! The Yin-Yang Turntable belongs to Yuanshi Tianzun! Forget a single Yin-Yang Turntable—even if he snatched your rule-based item, I'd back him with both hands!" "Exactly, exactly!" Comments flooded in endlessly as official walkers gathered on the forum, celebrating in exultation. Yuanshi Tianzun's prestige had reached its zenith. *** At the Taiyi Sect gathering grounds, in an upscale residential compound. Late at night, Yin Ji sat behind the desk by her bed, diligently studying the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record. Her talent was exceptional; though not on par with a genius like Demon Lord, she could at least stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Fengdu Ghost King. However, Yin Ji was too gentle by nature and disliked fighting, which was why her accomplishments lagged behind Fengdu Ghost King's. Having suffered a bitter defeat at Hoover's hands a few days ago, she was not one to be aggressive or competitive, yet it inevitably stirred a drive to turn shame into courage. Just then, her phone on the desk chimed. She pulled her gaze away from the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record and glanced at the screen. Her mentor, Elder Hongying, had @mentioned her in the Deacons' chat group. Yin Ji opened the group and saw a message sent a few minutes ago by the Grand Elder, Crimson Sun Executioner: [Crimson Sun Executioner: Attention all Star Officials: this is the video of Yuanshi Tianzun's battle in the Qinghe Branch. For you, it is a textbook-level engagement. Everyone, watch it.] Beneath the message was a video file. Yin Ji skimmed the replies from the Deacons: "The ceiling of combat strength below Dominator." "It's as if Yuanshi Tianzun predicted every move Osmond and the other two made. Has his Stargazing reached such heights?" "Brilliant! The seamless coordination between spirit servants and yin corpses, the rational allocation of items—there are so many details worth studying again and again. As someone specializing in stellar power, this makes me feel ashamed." "Tsk, tsk, severing Hoover's hands and feet right off the bat—feels like Yuanshi Tianzun had a personal grudge against him? Could he be avenging Yin Ji?" *A textbook-level battle?* Yin Ji widened her beautiful eyes in astonishment. She realized that Yuanshi Tianzun had clashed with the Saints of Heaven's Punishment. Moreover, this conflict had alarmed the Grand Elder, who praised it as a textbook battle. *He severed Hoover's limbs to avenge me? Could he have gotten hurt or run into trouble...?* Yin Ji hurriedly tapped the video to watch.