Inside the Three Races Hall, apart from the laughter and barking within the memorial image, there was no other sound.
The blood drained from the faces of the Three Races high-ranking members.
Their minds buzzed, nearly losing the ability to think.
Some fainted on the spot from fear.
Some shut off their five senses, not daring to listen or look any further.
Some held their breath, wishing for time reversal, so they'd never have seen this image.
They're not fools; they knew it must not be Zhong Cuo's real self but his outer body incarnation.
Yet even as an outer body incarnation, doesn't it still represent Zhong Cuo?
That level of humiliation still reached its limits.
Though they didn't know what plan Zhong Cuo used against Li Junlang a few days ago, it was evident he had failed.
Not only did he fail, but even his outer body incarnation was detained.
No wonder!
No wonder he forbade mentioning it...
No one dared discuss or make a sound in the hall.
