Inside the Zaohua Sect, the area around the ritual platform seemed shrouded in a mysterious power, the tension so thick it felt on the verge of solidifying. Soul energy surged through the air, forming wisps of light that swirled and intertwined around the platform like a giant, invisible net. Everyone's gaze was locked firmly on the breathtaking battle unfolding before them, their hearts pounding to the rhythm of the clash, as though they might leap right out of their throats at any second.
Du Bufan's brow furrowed gradually, anxiety surging like a tide within him. "Something is wrong with this situation. Old Su may look like he has the upper hand, but he is actually surrounded by danger on all sides, yet these people remain completely clueless. If I don't speak up, Old Su will plunge into a desperate situation; but if I do, it will only invite trouble." His gaze was profound, resembling two deep, ancient wells. His knitted brows looked like two crossed, sharp blades. He stood there quietly, seemingly out of place amidst the tense atmosphere around him, yet like a wise man who saw through everything, guarding a quiet calmness in the midst of the uproar.
"Elder Huang, go tell Old Su to stop, otherwise his life is in grave danger." Du Bufan's voice was low and hoarse, yet it exploded in Elder Huang's ears like a great bronze bell, every single word carrying an unquestionable resolve.
Chapter 50