Night Enchantress's eyes blazed with demonic light, and the phantom of the Heavenly Magic Image flickered behind her, ready to pounce and tear apart the Holy Light Knight she hated at any moment.
Ling Qingxue also silently tightened her grip on the ice and snow talisman in her sleeve, her icy blue eyes coldly scanning the three opponents, searching for the best opportunity to strike.
Mr. Zhou and the other officials were on tenterhooks, their palms sweating. If a fight broke out, the entire Huangshan scenic area would probably suffer!
At this critical moment—
Buzz!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, seemingly emanating from the heavens above, descended without warning!
This oppressive force, like a tangible mountain or a vast starry sky, heavy, ancient, and carrying an undeniable majesty, instantly enveloped the entire Lotus Peak!
The air seemed to freeze, and even the drifting clouds paused for a moment!
Thump! Thump!
Apart from Zhang Shaozhong, Ling Qingxue, Ye Meier, and the three Golden Core Peak experts on the altar, everyone else on the summit, including their attendants and the officials brought by Mr. Zhou, turned pale and their legs went weak under the sudden pressure, causing them to kneel down uncontrollably!
He couldn't even lift his head!
Even the three people on the altar were trembling violently, their expressions changing drastically!
The holy light surrounding Alex Steelshield flickered violently like a candle in the wind. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his arm veins bulging, barely managing to stand, but his face was filled with horror!
The elemental light on the Archmage of the Round Table's staff dimmed instantly. He groaned, staggered back half a step, and looked at the source of the pressure with disbelief!
The Indian ascetic monk's body swayed slightly as he sat cross-legged. For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his usually calm face. He clasped his hands together, muttered incantations, and a strong spiritual power emanated from his body, barely managing to withstand the pressure.
Nascent Soul Stage!
That's an aura that only a Nascent Soul stage monster could possess!
The thought crossed the minds of everyone present, filled with fear and awe!
There were only three exceptions.
Zhang Shaozhong felt the oppressive force surging towards him like a tidal wave, trying to crush him.
However, the Chaos Golden Core in his dantian only turned slightly, emitting an aura that encompassed all things and was impervious to all laws. When that terrifying pressure reached him, it was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, silently dissolved into nothingness by the chaotic energy.
He even felt... a little comfortable?
It felt like I had a massage.
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier were completely unaffected. Ling Qingxue's cool, ethereal power flowed naturally around her, isolating her from the oppressive aura. She even frowned slightly, as if she felt that the oppressive aura... was a bit rough?
Compared to the divine sense pressure she possessed at her peak during the Nascent Soul stage, it was far inferior.
Ye Meier curled her lips, too lazy to even mobilize her demonic energy. This level of pressure was like a tickle to her former Heavenly Demon King realm.
Just then, an old man dressed in a simple gray Zhongshan suit, with gray hair and an ordinary face, appeared silently on a protruding rock at the summit, like a ghost.
He looked like an ordinary retired cadre, but his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.
He simply stood there casually, yet he seemed to become the center of the entire world!
His gaze calmly swept across the entire hall, passing over those kneeling on the ground, and finally landing on the three "international friends" who were barely holding on on the altar. He spoke softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:
"This place is China."
These five simple words carry an undeniable will and immense power!
Alex Steelshield's face grew even paler. He gritted his teeth, trying to resist the omnipresent pressure with his holy light, and managed to speak with difficulty: "Senior... we are acting on the orders of the International Cultivation Council..."
"The council?"
The old man in gray interrupted him, his tone still calm, but with a hint of mockery, "Aren't you meddling a bit too much?"
He turned his gaze to the Indian ascetic monk: "Little brat from the Brahma Cult, instead of properly chanting scriptures in India, you've come to my Chinese territory. What are you trying to do?"
Under the old man's gaze, the ascetic monk trembled slightly, clenched his clasped hands tighter, lowered his head and said in broken Chinese, "Senior, please calm down... This humble monk... is only here on orders... to find out what's going on."
"Get the information?"
The old man in gray chuckled, a laugh that sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. "Here to gather information, bringing with him murderous intent?"
His gaze finally landed on Zhang Shaozhong, lingering for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his eyes before returning to its usual calm.
"I am aware of what happened to you, young friend."
He said to Zhang Shaozhong in a much calmer tone, "The Japanese provoked us first and killed our officials first, so your retaliation is understandable. However, excessive killing is not the right way."
Looking at this suddenly appearing, incredibly powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, Zhang Shaozhong felt a little uneasy. However, hearing that the other party didn't seem to be blindly biased towards outsiders and was even somewhat reasonable, he cupped his hands in a respectful but not arrogant manner and said, "Senior, you are wise. They attacked first, and they killed first. I am a man who believes in vengeance; whoever harms my people, I will exterminate their entire family."
These words were spoken with murderous intent, causing Mr. Zhou and the others to break out in a cold sweat.
Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder was not angry at all; instead, a smile flashed in his eyes.
He shook his head, said nothing more to Zhang Shaozhong, and looked back at the three people on the altar.
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