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Silence.
Absolute silence reigned all around.
Even the martial cultivators who had been fleeing in panic had now come to a halt.
At this moment, everyone's gaze converged upon that solitary figure.
There was someone in this pavilion!
In this pavilion guarded by such a lethal formation, someone had managed to enter before them!
Master Xuanwu's expression could only be described as dark as water at this moment.
The very place they had been unable to enter had already been breached by someone else.
This meant that the opportunities within had already been seized by this person!
As fury surged within him, a voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.
"It's him! The one the old ancestor of Huxiao Mountain has been looking for!"
"The Gold-Patterned Profound Robe! Indeed, it's him!"
"..."
The noisy clamor erupted all around.
