A burst of furious divine sense erupted with a boom. The ancient prodigy who had slept for thirty thousand years had clearly been enraged.
A terrifyingly overwhelming pressure crossed the void and crushed toward the Shushan Warship!
The pressure was so powerful that it came infinitely close to the level of a Tribulation Immortal, making the warships of quite a few first-rate sects nearby emit overloaded hums.
"Insolence!"
Chen Yuan snorted coldly and was about to act.
Yet Chen Changqing moved before him.
He still did not turn around. He merely slowly straightened his back.
At the instant he straightened up.
"Buzz—"
An indescribable intent silently spread outward from him.
It was neither pressure nor momentum.
It was a kind of... law.
An absolute sense of control that declared, "My world, my rule!"
The aura of the Sword Realm leaked out by only a trace.
That trace of aura was not aimed at anyone. It simply existed there as naturally as could be.
Yet the terrifying pressure crushing over from the stone boat, enough to make even True Lords pale, melted away soundlessly like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun the instant it touched that trace of Sword Realm aura.
It could not even stir a single ripple.
The entire process was incomparably swift and incomparably bizarre.
Other than a handful of Heavenly Lords and Tribulation Immortal-level experts, the overwhelming majority did not even realize what had happened.
They only saw the ancient prodigy launch an attack in a menacing fury, and then... then there was no then.
Meanwhile, atop that stone boat, the ancient prodigy who had just been seething with rage was now like a rooster with its throat seized. All sound and momentum came to an abrupt halt.
His divine sense remained firmly locked onto Chen