"Who dares to hide, show yourself to this lord immediately!" Xuan Zhendao pointed at the void, the space twisted, causing a ripple.
A woman dressed in tight black clothes finally appeared in the public's view. Her eyes were covered with a black satin band; she was blind.
But at the moment everyone saw this woman, all around, countless sect masters, holy lords, and elders, their hair stood on end, and their hearts trembled. Some even subconsciously wanted to flee from this place.
The coldness that crawled up from their spine went straight to their skulls. The disciples of the younger generation were quite confused, not knowing why everyone was so afraid of this blind woman.
"She... she is..."
"The Palace Master of the Netherworld Rakshasa Palace, Blood Nether Princess!" Someone pointed at her, their face twisted, and their fingers kept trembling.
"Her phantom is formless, and her killing skills are exquisite. Five hundred years ago, she was someone everyone in the Canglan Continent feared!"
"Wasn't she besieged and killed by several Sovereign Realm experts? How is she still alive..."
"Turns out she has been hiding in Beiyang, saved by the Sword Emperor?!"
Five hundred years ago, mentioning the name Blood Nether Princess would make everyone shiver, and children would cry. The Netherworld Rakshasa Palace was a sect specialized in killing and had long been destroyed.
The lives taken by Blood Nether Princess were not many, but every one of them was not a nobody! Holy lords, sect masters, nobles, Taoist palace ancestors, Buddhist monks...
No one targeted by her ever escaped.
Lin Qi'an was somewhat speechless. Just one Aunt You scared you all like this?
The Saints of Beiyang could gather for a game of Werewolf and they had enough Great Emperors to play Mahjong.
(TL: The werewolf game is referring to you know the werewolf and villager game? It's like Murder
Mystery and the Mahjong part basically it's just saying they have a lot of powerhouse.)
But those people are too old. Father said Aunt You was younger and knew how to take care of children, so he chose her.
"Blood Nether Princess, it's you! Five hundred years ago, you were merely in the Sovereign Realm, and you dare to act arrogant in front of this lord!" Xuan Zhendao pointed again. The space tore, leaving a turbulent white trail.
Could the power of a single finger really pierce through the heavens and earth? Is this the strength of a quasi-Saint? Truly intimidating...
Facing this finger's power, Blood Nether Princess merely gave a glance. Her gaze burst with tangible killing intent. Two terrifying energies collided in mid-air, creating a stormy airflow and shaking the mountains!
"A quasi-Saint too?!" Xuan Zhendao's pupils shrank.
He never expected that the other party had also advanced to the quasi-Saint Realm. And she was slightly stronger than him...
"Xuan Zhendao, do not deceive yourself." Aunt You's tone was calm but carried a bone-chilling killing intent.
At this moment, Xuan Zhendao also knew that if it came to a life-and-death fight, he was no match for her. Those who grow in endless slaughter have combat strength far superior to others.
"What's wrong... why is the quasi-Saint from Nanyue not speaking?"
"Is he scared?"
"No way... both are quasi-Saints, being scared by a word is too embarrassing!"
"Look at his changing expression, clearly he's in a dilemma..."
As a quasi-Saint, how could Xuan Zhendaonot hear these whispers? He was furious inside but couldn't say anything.
"Blood Nether Princess, though I can't defeat you, I can hold you off. If we fight, can you still protect your prince?"
In the end, he used the advantage of numbers to counterattack. Yes, if the two quasi-Saints truly fought, Aunt You would be unable to protect Lin Qi'an. Relying solely on the Sword Guards to resist Zhao Sanfeng's numerous sects was impossible!
"This is bad… The other side has the advantage in numbers."
"Blood Nether Princess wouldn't dare act rashly. Only she can protect the prince."
Zhao Sanfeng angrily said, "Lin Qi'an, today we can give Beiyang some face and let you leave safely."
"But your Sword Guards, who killed hundreds of our Southern Python Guards, must all stay behind to be buried. Not one can escape!"
"Oh, is that so?"
"Your Highness, don't worry, we will protect ourselves."
Lin Qi'an ignored them, stepping forward alone to face Zhao Sanfeng and the thousands of cultivators.
"Today, this prince will play a game with you all. Each sect, choose a genius to fight against this prince."
"If you win, you'll be rewarded with a Heaven-rank technique! If you lose, leave your life behind."
The task requires killing ten geniuses, which could be completed here. These sects are all helping Nanyue; killing them carries no psychological burden.
"Heaven-rank technique..."
"Damn, the prince is too generous!"
"The highest technique in our holy land is only Earth-rank..."
"Hehe, our sect doesn't even have a high-grade Mystic-rank."
Upon hearing these words, everyone was in an uproar, admiring Beiyang's deep foundation.
"Haha, Lin Qi'an, haven't you figured out the situation?" Zhao Sanfeng laughed, "Why should we gamble with you?"
"Good question! Because I can destroy your sect with just one word, is that reason enough?"
As the words fell, a burst of laughter erupted.
"Hahaha, you may be powerful in Beiyang, but this is Nanyue! How can you destroy a sect in Nanyue with just one word?"