Three snaps of the fingers!
Slaughter every last one of them!
The moment those words were spoken, Ye Tianqu and the others in the tea house could not help but suck in sharp breaths.
The girl in black laughed.
Without another word, she merely waved her hand.
Boom!
Behind her, nineteen Spirit Wheel Realm cultivators who had long been poised to strike launched their attack with fierce force.
Towering auras surged from every one of them. Some billowed with purple radiance, some commanded thunder, some wielded wind and fire, some unleashed Sword Qi that shot into the heavens...
In the Netherworld, emperors stood at the pinnacle of combat strength, enough to dominate all four quarters.
Yet under ordinary circumstances, emperors rarely involved themselves personally in worldly disputes. Only when great powers vied for supremacy would one catch sight of emperors making an appearance.
Like the battle in Violet Luo City on the night of the Ten Thousand Lanterns Festival, which concerned the life and death of a top power like the ancient Cui Clan—only under such circumstances would emperors become the key to determining victory or defeat.
Simply put, when emperors did not appear, Spirit Wheel Realm cultivators were undoubtedly the most formidable force!
Just like now, when a full nineteen Spirit Wheel Realm cultivators moved together, their sheer might alone caused the Cloud Tower Treasure Ship to shake violently.
Everyone aboard panicked, gripped by terror and unease.
Even a Spirit Wheel Realm cultivator like Xie Kuiju felt his soul nearly leave his body in fright.
He was not worried for himself, but for the children beside him, who possessed no cultivation whatsoever and might be caught in the aftermath!
"Tu Yong, strike with me!"
A cold gleam flashed through Ye Tianqu's eyes as he charged out.
Almost at the