Five Earth Sovereigns faced one another in midair. The entire ocean seemed unable to bear such pressure, its surface crushed into a vast pit tens of thousands of feet wide.
The seawater did not dare stir, the heavenly wind did not dare make a sound, and even the spatial rifts circling in every direction seemed to have fallen silent.
Everyone held their breath, because they all knew that if these five truly broke into an unprecedented battle, the entire Earth Sovereign Secret Treasury might be turned upside down.
She Wuyou stood in the air with his hands behind his back. His gaze swept over Mandala and Long Zhantian before pausing briefly on Lin Ming below, the cold curve at his lips growing ever more sinister.
After a moment, he suddenly smiled. "Netherworld Palace Master, Myriad Saint Ancestor, I'll have to trouble you two with holding Mandala and Long Zhantian back for now."
The Netherworld Palace Master and the Myriad Saint Ancestor both raised their brows. The Netherworld Palace Master said coldly, "And what are you planning to do?"
She Wuyou slowly raised his hand and pointed at Lin Ming in the crowd.
His fingers were slender and his nails sharp, like a venomous snake flicking out its tongue. "That brat killed two Tier 9 Supremes of my palace. This grudge cannot go unanswered. I'll deal with him personally, lest he take advantage of the chaos and slip away later."
Before his words had even faded, She Wuyou vanished from where he stood like a ghost, not waiting for the Netherworld Palace Master or Myriad Saint Ancestor to respond.
He moved so quickly that not even a trace of an afterimage remained. Only a crimson line streaked across heaven and earth, shooting straight toward Lin Ming.
Lin Ming did not retreat.