**Chapter 813: Otherwise, Master Might Misunderstand**
The ones who returned to this place were Ms. Mi, Uphiel, and Zong Yue, aside from Jin Shiyin.
The remaining Black Moon Pope, Tu Lin, and Jin Yangtian did not return, their whereabouts unknown.
Seeing Huang Zhaoyue acting so presumptuously, as if intending to resist the combined attacks of four Saint Realm powerhouses by herself, Zong Yue couldn’t help but smirk, his fighting spirit flaring in his eyes.
“Huang Zhaoyue, this king likes your arrogance.”
He twisted his neck, his dark green hair burning like flames. The moment he drew his saber, he vanished like a ghost behind the black and white female figures, grinning, “And I hope you truly have the qualification for such arrogance!”
He had been bitterly cultivating in the Church of Justice for many years, isolated from the world. Having finally emerged, he truly wished to see if this so-called Imperial Concubine was as powerful and unrivalled as legends claimed.
Or perhaps, she was just a woman with a hollow reputation?
Seeing the black and white woman react so slowly, he reached directly for the back of her neck.
But as soon as he extended his hand, his pupils contracted imperceptibly, his expression changing slightly. He quickly retreated—his sturdy body flashing back to its original position!
However, his retreat was ultimately too slow. His chest, carved with intricate patterns, was directly caved in by a black hole that appeared out of thin air. Blood and bone splattered, and the moment he landed, he was pierced through the middle as if by a beam of light, his shoulders and head flying off into the air!
The Ghost Bride and the Angel Right Wing had only just lifted their feet, and they both suddenly turned around.
“Buzz—!!” A terrifying surge of energy, like a destructive storm, roared past them, directly carving out a thousand-meter-long blood mist and lightning.
At the end of the thousand-meter blood lightning, only the man’s fighting pants were fluttering, along with scattered pieces of corpses and a halved head.
The scene was quite brutal.
But in the next instant, the split head reunited under the pull of countless blood threads. The meat chunks, on the verge of turning into powder, pieced themselves together like building blocks.
Forming a humanoid shape of the strong man.
However, the strong man’s face was clearly a little pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood and black gas, his expression sinking slightly, “Interesting, unable to get close?”
“Your Excellency of the Protectorate seems unaware.”
Uphiel, with six wings, stood on the thunderclouds above and explained calmly, “The area within two meters of His Highness the Imperial Concubine is her invincible domain. Any living or non-living beings that enter it will be instantly annihilated.”
“It is already powerful enough that Your Excellency of the Protectorate could emerge from it with only soul damage. For a normal Venerable, even their Spirit Base might be annihilated.”
“Therefore, when fighting His Highness the Imperial Concubine, it is best to avoid close combat and only use remote methods. She is invincible in close combat.”
He then looked at the strong man doubtfully, “Your Excellency of the Protectorate was so careless as to directly enter her invincible domain. Did you not investigate the information of the participants before entering the Sumeru Realm?”
Listening to the birdman’s explanation, Zong Yue twitched his lips and did not reply. He just let out a hoarse, faint laugh, “Invincible in close combat, indeed powerful.”
As he spoke, he rotated his arm, then drew the long saber hanging at the side of his fighting pants.
Countless golden lightning surged from the scabbard, erupting and rushing straight into the sky, becoming the second pillar of light reaching the heavens in this land.
Zong Yue’s dark green hair was dyed with golden light, his hair standing on end. He hung beneath the immense thunder, instantly transforming into a thunder god descending to the world.
“Since remote attacks are her weakness, then I shall use remote methods to capture this little girl!”
Seeing this old man, who had not appeared for thousands of years, so confident, Uphiel’s thought of retreating for the time being vanished. He let out a light laugh, golden light flashing in his eyes. Behind him, a hundred-meter-tall angelic statue suddenly rose, its holy light illuminating the universe.
Ms. Mi stood at the very back, a faint smile always on her lips, casually shaking the Underworld Lantern in her hand.
Wailing cries instantly swept across the heavens and earth, and countless faint, eerie whispers sounded in Huang Zhaoyue’s ears, her reason gradually diminishing.
“Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, you should understand that once your reason drops below 30 points, you will lose the chance to be resurrected.”
Jin Shiyin stepped on the cloud of mist and blood, a smile on his lips, “I still hope you will consider. Why risk your life for a mouse that can only scurry away?”
“The benefits that rat can give you, this Venerable can surely provide. So why not put aside your hostility and… with me—”
“So noisy.” His words were directly interrupted by an impatient, faint voice.
The black and white female figure indifferently raised her gaze, her pupils narrowing into draconic vertical pupils. She was too lazy to listen to any more nonsense, and with a tyrannical and bloodthirsty terrifying aura, she instantly vanished from her spot.
In the next moment, she had already killed herself before the four of them.
The four Saint Realm experts: “!!!”
It was truly like a dragon descending to the world, but even more like a demonic dragon that had fallen into heresy, exceptionally evil and bloodthirsty. The four of them originally thought that even if this Imperial Concubine was strong, she could not possibly defeat the combined efforts of four Saints.
But in that instant, the four inexplicably felt that something was not right.
This Imperial Concubine… was terrifyingly strong!
“Boom—!”
“Boom, boom, boom—!!!”
The heavens and earth trembled, and the universe roared.
Within the pillar of light, Xia Feng glanced at the terrifying scene outside where one dragon was fighting four saints, threatening to obliterate the Great Dao, and quietly swallowed.
My mother… those four Saint Realm powerhouses seem to be, vaguely, possibly, slightly at a disadvantage?
Seeing this, Xia Feng felt even more deeply how dangerous it was when he was alone with this Mother Tyrant inside the Heavenly God’s blood vessel previously.
It was too terrifying.
Shaking his head, he recovered and looked back at the black-cloaked woman, startled, “Ermmm… where were we just now?”
Heng Huo’s face was cold and beautiful, with a hint of heroism. She smiled faintly, “We were talking about you wanting to help Little Li recover her Authority Fragments and fight Hua Shen.”
“Hmm? We were talking about that?”
Xia Feng patted his forehead and nodded hesitantly, “Yes, uh… can you give them?”
“Naturally, this belongs to Little Li anyway.”
Heng Huo rummaged through her brocade chest, piercing through the spiritual light, and took out a crimson Fragment, handing it to Yue Hongli, “This is the core Fragment of your Authority. Your mother has kept it for three thousand years, and it hasn’t been lost. How about it, Little Li, isn’t your Master finally reliable for once.”
The Woman in Red Dress caught the Fragment, blinked, and raised her eyes, correcting seriously, “Heng, you are only a former Master now. My current Master is Xia Feng. So, please don’t call me that casually, otherwise, my Master might misunderstand.”
Heng: “…”
Xia Feng: “…”
Something felt odd.
Heng Huo glared at Xia Feng and let out a cold laugh, “Heh heh~ Kid, why do I suddenly feel a bit unhappy?”
“…” Xia Feng knew this woman had no ill will towards him, so he put his arm around Yue Hongli’s slender waist. Yue Hongli, puzzled, let out a hum and snuggled into his chest.
Xia Feng looked at the black-cloaked woman and smiled, “That’s exactly it.”
“….!”
Heng almost couldn’t breathe from anger, but before she could say anything, Yue Hongli suddenly spoke, puzzled:
“My former Master, if you truly want a daughter, you could have had one with my current Master. Why ask me to give you one?”
Xia Feng: “?”
Heng: “??”
