The sixty-foot phantom sovereign of Grand Elder Feng Xuan shook with frantic, unbridled fury.
“SILENCE!” the sky voice boomed, rattling the teeth of every fighter on the peak. “YOU ARE FUEL! YOU ARE CLAY! BY THE CHARTER OF THE PATRIARCH, I COMMAND YOUR HEARTS TO CEASE!”
The phantom raised its massive spectral hands, attempting to broadcast the remote emergency lock-signal through the sky to seize fifteen thousand dantians at the same time.
Nothing happened.
The outer students had uninstalled the callback hooks through the Open Marrow Protocol.
The inner students and core elders, having seen the decompiled source code burned across the clouds, clamped down on their internal channels with desperate, furious discipline, refusing the incoming command packets.
The master’s remote kill-signal dead-ended against fifteen thousand closed ports.
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