"That is Senior Brother Beichen's Illusory Ink Shadow..." Li Qingyi's expression changed slightly as he watched the ink-like phantoms on the screen evaporate one by one under the flames. "This is a Holy Profession he forged not long ago. Outsiders... couldn't possibly know about it."
This also meant that it was highly unlikely the Prison King had forged this scene.
It wasn't just Venerable Beichen of the Profound Celestial Sect. Other Venerables had also revealed their trump cards in their desperate struggle for survival. Many of these abilities were unknown to the public; only those close to them knew.
The Prison King's voice was heavy. "Does your Bronze Sect truly know nothing about Qin Yun's actions, or are you just feigning ignorance!?"
In an instant, Chu Lingyuan felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. Various gazes fell upon him—some cold, some questioning, others radiating pure killing intent.
