A few minutes ago.
As the impending battle between Zhang Shidao and the Dragon Slayer was about to erupt, the atmosphere enveloping the entire Shanyin Ghost Market had already grown unbearably oppressive.
The conference room trembled as if shivering, dust trickled down from the ceiling, and the floor beneath them swayed like a small rowboat riding ocean waves.
Three factions had gathered—whether it was members of the Super Committee, attendants from the Wanxian Conference, or the servers representing Ghost Market Operations—at this moment, all their faces displayed a mix of bewilderment and panic. Some exchanged puzzled glances, while others walked over to the windows, trying to locate the source of the tremors.
Only the three at the negotiating table remained unfazed.
An Zhizhen appeared calm and composed, Cen Dongsheng held a stern expression, while Zhang Shidao, seated across from them, wore a faint smile as if completely unbothered by the approaching anomaly.
