Jiang Sheng made his move.
This was where Lingyan's confidence lay.
This was the Liuyu Sea Realm. This was Little Penglai. All the Three Realms Great Thousand World knew that this was the Daoist temple of True Lord Penglai Lingyuan, the hidden residence of the Heavenly Court's Judicial Heavenly Lord.
Ever since the Three Realms had merged and established the Central Universe, for nearly three thousand years, the Liuyu Sea Realm had enjoyed calm winds and still waves. The waters around Little Penglai, in particular, had been so windless and wave-free that they could be called peaceful. Even earlier, when demons had risen everywhere across the mortal realms of the Three Realms and wrought havoc in all directions, and even though the South Sea had harbored many demons and heretical cultivators, the Liuyu Sea Realm had remained safe from start to finish. Even when Zhentian Demon Venerable had raised his banner and flaunted his might in the Three Realms, he had never dared come to the Liuyu Sea Realm to throw his weight around.
Demon Venerable Zhuoyun had dared stir up winds and waves in the Liuyu Sea Realm, dared wantonly unleash his Mahayana pressure outside Little Penglai. If a blind fool like him did not die, then who would?
Demon Monarch Hewei looked at Lingyan. This True Lord's tone was calm, his expression indifferent, as if Jiang Sheng breaking through a Mahayana cultivator's domain divine ability with one sword and severing a Demon Venerable's arm were nothing out of the ordinary.
Demon Monarch Hewei opened her mouth, yet nothing came out.
She finally understood why Lingyan had remained calm all along. It had not been disregard for Duobao's life and death, but an understanding of Jiang Sheng's absolute strength. Before this sword, so-called Mahayana Demon Venerables and so-called sacred