The jarring siren was still ringing across the Secret Palace, bouncing back and forth between the surrounding rock walls. Hundreds of white-robed Oracles had gathered near the entrance, and a defensive formation had been activated. However, none of the high-ranking Oracles of the Secret Palace had come out to handle the situation.
With hands clasped behind his back and a big smile on his old face, Yu Chen was strutting up and down the square in front of the entrance like a peacock. He could not be prouder than now. Wu Qi had beaten up the four Wuchang brothers and thrown them to the ground, stepping on their back right now while he himself had effortlessly destroyed the void-locking formation they had laid out. That made him feel that Yan Tian Palace was so much stronger than the Thousand Spirit Palace.
