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    Chapter 0795: Imperial Hall

    Lan Suyao was also surprised to see Qin Yun and exclaimed, "I clearly tied him up! Who rescued him?"

    Qin Yun burst into laughter. "Su Yao, you she-devil, you underestimated me! With your pathetic tricks, how could you possibly restrain your Uncle Qin Yun?"

    Upon seeing Zi Qingcheng and Shui Tianzi present, Bao Changshou and Jian Shitian guessed that Qin Yun had likely arrived as well.

    Now, hearing Qin Yun berate Lan Suyao, they were both shocked and anxious. They hadn’t expected Qin Yun and Lan Suyao to have had any prior conflict.

    "Xiao Yun, you... you should stop talking..." Zi Qingcheng softly pleaded.

    "Why should I stop? This thirsty tigress stripped me naked, violated me, and nearly raped me! She shamed me utterly—why shouldn’t I call her out?" Qin Yun's voice echoed throughout the grand hall.

    His words left everyone dumbfounded, and the way they looked at him was as if he were already a dead man.

    "Madam Su Yao, rest assured, I’ll flay this brat alive!" Gui Yangjun quickly declared.

    "You damn bastard! Apologize to Madam Su Yao at once!"

    "You’re dead, human scum!"

    "You don’t have enough lives to atone for this!"

    "Grovel for Madam Su Yao’s mercy now! Maybe she’ll let you live as her slave!"

    Since no one could move, all they could do was hurl curses at Qin Yun.

    The people from the Profound Domain and the Long Family went even further, branding Qin Yun as beyond redemption, claiming he possessed the Dual Mystic Pattern Soul and mastered multiple totems.

    After being insulted, Lan Suyao’s expression darkened horrifically. Her azure eyes suddenly flashed with a burst of blue light, shooting straight at Qin Yun!

    The instant the blue light hit him, Qin Yun’s body instantly transformed into a blue stone statue.

    "Master... please spare him!" Zi Qingcheng immediately begged.

    "Master, he spoke in anger—nothing more!" Shui Tianzi was equally distressed upon seeing Qin Yun transformed into a blue statue.

    Lan Suyao said coldly, "Unless I regain movement within an hour, he’s dead! Any man I turn to stone will shatter if I don’t undo it within that time!"

    This was exactly why so many people here feared Lan Suyao.

    Now, their dread only grew.

    Golden light erupted from the jade tiles beneath everyone’s feet, paralyzing them and sealing their power, leaving them powerless.

    Yet, Lan Suyao could still turn Qin Yun into a blue statue from hundreds of meters away!

    The hall fell tomb-silent. No one dared to speak, fearing they might provoke Lan Suyao’s wrath.

    Everyone feared those azure eyes of hers!

    Then, in the vast, tomb-silent hall, a sharp *crack* rang out.

    It came from Qin Yun’s body!

    Every gaze instantly locked onto him.

    Qin Yun’s blue stone form began to fracture.

    "Hahaha, Qin Yun's finished!" An elder from the Mystic Domain burst into laughter.

    "Lady Su Yao’s amazing—just a glance from her was enough to finish him!" someone from the Long family gloated.

    Members of both the Mystic Domain and the Long family praised Lan Suyao endlessly.

    Zi Qingcheng and Shui Tianzi were on the verge of tears when they saw the blue stone statue crack.

    But then, the statue exploded into pieces!

    Qin Yun emerged—not a scratch on him! Only the outer layer of blue stone had broken away.

    "Hahaha, I'm fine! I can move again!" Qin Yun laughed heartily, rolling his sleeves up as he strode toward Lan Suyao.

    Everyone was stunned, their jaws hit the floor.

    Lan Suyao’s go-to move didn’t work!

    Even Lan Suyao herself was shocked. She quickly shot blue beams from her eyes, but Qin Yun remained unaffected, continuing his advance.

    Soon, he stood right beside her.

    "What are you doing?" Lan Suyao shouted, suddenly terrified like never before.

    "You punk..." Zi Qingcheng murmured softly.

    "Lady Su Yao, your hair is so beautiful!" Qin Yun teased, playfully messing up her straight, jet-black locks into a messy knot.

    His actions made the gathered elites lose it, cursing furiously.

    But Qin Yun, ignoring the chaos, laughed gleefully as he continued his mischief.

    Lan Suyao trembled with rage, her blue eyes screaming ‘I’ll kill you.’

    Amid the crowd’s furious shouts, the worst came when Qin Yun smacked her backside repeatedly, the loud *smacks* ringing out.

    By humiliating her so publicly, Qin Yun basically killed her pride.

    Then, he pinched and squeezed Lan Suyao’s delicate jade-like face, letting out a nasty laugh before planting a kiss on her cheek.

    The angry shouts abruptly ceased.

    No one could believe their eyes—the untouchable Lady Su Yao was being degraded like this.

    "Relax, I’m not as sick as you. I won’t strip you naked!" Qin Yun declared, pulling out ink and brush to scribble pig heads and turtles all over her face.

    With her hair disheveled and her beautiful features defaced, Lan Suyao looked a total mess.

    She was too mad for words—no words could express the depths of her rage.

    Finally, Qin Yun landed one final slap on her ass before turning toward Gui Yangjun, the Nine Sun treasure in hand.

    "You little shit, what do you think you're doing?!" Gui Yangjun roared.

    "Bastard! I’ll eat you alive—piece by piece!" Feng Yang screamed, furious.

    "Someone wants to eat me, and he keeps me up at night. I have to kill him!" Qin Yun said, brought his hammer down with a crash.

    Boom!

    The black flames of Qin Yun's Nine Sun soulforce erupted violently, rippling with concussive force that struck Feng Yang, incinerating him.

    "I will kill you..." Gui Yangjun's enraged bellow shook the entire hall.

    The people from the Xuan Domain and the Long Clan were terrified, having witnessed what Qin Yun had done to Lan Suyao.

    It was clear that Qin Yun had no fear of heaven or earth, and since they all had grudges against him, this was his chance to cut them down without mercy.

    Just as Qin Yun finished off Feng Yang and was about to strike Gui Yangjun, the ground suddenly trembled violently.

    "Shit!"

    Seeing the golden light beneath everyone's feet vanish, Qin Yun realized they had been unsealed. He immediately poured all his energy into the Piercing Mystic Art and plunged into the earth.

    Boom! Boom! Boom!

    The moment Qin Yun burrowed underground, a barrage of attacks erupted from all directions—blows from HalfImmortals and Emperor Wu.

    The unrelenting onslaught continued for a brief moment before finally ceasing.

    Turtle Immortal cursed, "He escaped! That damned little devil!"

    While many had been frantically attacking Qin Yun's last known position, Lan Suyao had not joined in—she was too busy scrubbing her face and smoothing her hair.

    She wished she could slice away every inch of her body Qin Yun had touched.

    The spot where Qin Yun had disappeared was pummeled by frenzied strikes, yet it remained completely undamaged, proving just how sturdy the place was.

    "Turtle Immortal, where did that little devil go?" Lan Suyao's voice was deathly calm, and this unexpected composure made their blood run cold.

    "I... don't know!" Turtle Immortal also found Qin Yun utterly defied all reason.

    Many wanted Qin Yun dead more than Lan Suyao did, yet they couldn't hide their rage, their fury laid bare.

    Lan Suyao's sudden calmness felt like the calm before the slaughter.

    "I will tear that little bastard to pieces!" Gui Yangjun's eyes blazed crimson.

    "This... this... If he hadn't killed someone, we might still be immobilized!" Turtle Immortal muttered. "It was because of a soul’s sacrifice that we were unsealed. Otherwise, we would've been frozen indefinitely—until someone died naturally—before we could move again!"

    "Why could he move? How did he break the power of my Sacred Eyes?" Lan Suyao hissed.

    "I... I don't know!" Turtle Immortal couldn't explain it either. "All I know is that we suddenly couldn't move and nearly became sacrifices. It was... someone's death that freed us!"

    Hearing this, Gui Yangjun grew even angrier.

    Crack! Crack! Crack!

    A crisp sound suddenly rang out as a section of the golden jade tiles on the hall's floor shattered.

    The crowd approached and saw a dark hole, its depths obscured by churning black miasma.

    Now, they were arguing over who’d take the plunge...

    After using the Piercing Mystic Art to penetrate the ground, Qin Yun found himself in pitch-black waters with a strong current that carried him away.

    "Damn it, why did they start moving as soon as I killed one of them?" Qin Yun growled.

    "Little Yun, after you killed that guy, his soul suddenly vanished—like something sucked it away!" Ling Yuner said. "I bet that hall needs a soul sacrifice to move forward!"

    "Forget it, at least I got back at Lan Suyao—that makes me feel much better!" Qin Yun grinned smugly at the thought.

    Originally, Qin Yun had something worse in mind—like tossing Lan Suyao to Yao Fang—but he couldn’t move her, likely because she was pinned by the golden jade tiles on the ground.

    The reason Qin Yun could move freely was due to the strange blood Ling Yuner had previously collected and released from outside.

    Shattering Lan Suyao’s Holy Eye power was also thanks to that strange blood.

    "That blood is incredible—it lets me roam freely here!" Qin Yun quickly praised Ling Yuner. Without her collecting that blood, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

    Now, he let the dark current carry him, heading in one direction.

    After about half an hour, he felt the water calm down and swam upward.

    Emerging from the water, he saw a lavish hall glowing with violet-gold light.

    At the front of the hall stood an imposing dragon-carved throne, like an emperor’s throne.

    In the center of the hall lay a shimmering violet-gold carpet. Walking on it gave Qin Yun a surreal feeling, like walking on air.

    Soon, he reached the front and sat on the majestic throne, taking in the vast hall with a sudden rush of power, like he could rule the world.

    Sploosh! Splash! Thud!

    From the black pool ahead, numerous figures suddenly dropped down.

    It was Lan Suyao and the others!

    Qin Yun swore under his breath and immediately activated the Piercing Mystic Art, trying to tunnel his way out.

    But to his horror, he found himself glued to that imposing violet-gold dragon throne—unable to move!

    More and more people splashed down—everyone from the great hall above!

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