Captured

Boom!

Duanmu Tiexiong's Saint Lord Realm aura erupted without restraint. His fury was like a volcano dormant for ten thousand years suddenly exploding, his body beneath the black iron heavy armor shaking violently as every plate hummed. The pressure of the Saint Lord Realm swept outward without reservation, and towering waves instantly rose across the entire sea, their crests a hundred zhang high, like moving mountains roaring and rolling over the ocean.

Above the heavens, dark clouds gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and violent winds howled, as though heaven and earth themselves were trembling beneath the wrath of the Duanmu Family's patriarch!

Some nearby Martial Venerable Realm experts felt as though an invisible mountain had crushed down upon their chests beneath that pressure. Even breathing became difficult, and they retreated wildly, their faces pale and their eyes filled with horror.

When a Saint Monarch flew into rage, heaven and earth changed color!

"Who is Lu Changsheng? Get the hell out here!"

Duanmu Tiexiong's voice was like thunder. Boundless fury burned in his bell-like eyes, and his gaze, sharp as two battle blades, slowly swept across the sea. Wherever that gaze passed, everyone lowered their heads and retreated. No one dared meet his eyes, as if being swept by that gaze would slice them apart alive.

Very quickly, Duanmu Tiexiong's gaze settled on one spot.

Lu Changsheng stood atop the waves, his green robes fluttering violently. Murong Taxue, Lin Qingxuan, and the others stood behind him. He could feel an utterly terrifying pressure crushing in on him from all directions. The space around him seemed to have transformed into an invisible cage, completely isolating him from the outside world.

Space had been sealed off, and even the air had turned rigid as iron.