"Little Jiu! You're finally back! Those monarch-level cultivators, thinking you'd never return, actually dared to attack Mo Ze, who was nurturing his divine soul in the deep sea!" Guan Xilin strode over to her side, his voice brimming with fury.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu's gaze fell upon the sea surface ten ters ahead. There, a vortex swirled, currents surging. She extended her hand forward, and a surge of spirit energy shot out, instantly drawing the object beneath to the surface.
Whoosh! Splash!
The object shot out with a whoosh, spraying countless droplets as it broke the surface, accompanied by a roaring cascade of water. Erging alongside it was Leng Hua, her grip tight around the umbrella's handle.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Du Fan and Leng Shuang burst from the sea, their hearts surging with joy at the sight of Feng Jiu before them, their eyes brimming with emotion.
Feng Jiu looked at them. Each bore wounds covering their bodies, even her brother drenched in blood. More importantly, these people dared to attack Mo Ze in the Eastern Sea Spirit Realm while she was away. It was truly unforgivable!
"I recall issuing a decree during my ascension: this Eastern Sea Spirit Realm nurtures Xuanyuan Mo Ze's divine soul. None shall disturb his tranquility. How many years have passed? Have you forgotten my words so swiftly?"
Her steps were light as she glided forward on the breeze. With each stride, the oppressive aura enveloping the land grew heavier. Her soft voice, each syllable, each word, struck their ears like thunderclaps, pounding into their hearts and causing their blood to boil and surge chaotically within them, filling them with agony.
Yet behind her, Luo Yu and the others felt not a trace of that pressure. That overwhelming, awe-inspiring force seed consciously directed only at the monarchs and cultivators.
"Arghhh!"
"Arghhhhhhhh..."
The cultivators, whose strength paled beside the Monarchs, scread in agony. Blood gushed from their seven orifices like pillars, and one by one, they plunged into the sea amidst their cries.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Even the monarch-level powerhouses could not stem the blood surging toward their throats. Their mouths opened, blood spurting violently as their bodies swayed violently, nearly toppling them.
Their faces turned ashen, bodies trembling in the wind...
"Since you've forgotten, I can remind you once more." Feng Jiu continued walking forward at a leisurely pace, the oppressive aura within the space gradually contracting as she drew nearer.
"Those who touch my inverse scale, I will make them wish they were dead!"
"Pfft!"
As she pronounced each syllable with deliberate emphasis, the monarchs felt an imnse, terrifying pressure suddenly crush down upon them. The overwhelming force left them no chance to catch their breath, forcing each to spew another mouthful of blood.
Those monarchs who had barely managed to steady themselves now felt as if two colossal mountains were crushing them from above and below. Their bones shattered, their bodies instantly compressed to the size of children. Yet they weren't killed outright; instead, they retained clear consciousness while enduring excruciating, bone-piercing agony.
"Arghhhhhhh..."
The agonized screams finally tore from their throats. At this mont, not a single one could endure it any longer—even these ancient monarchs who had ruled their domains for centuries.
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