You People, Honestly...

Three old men stood in midair atop a cloud, making a flashy entrance.

Zuo Ci took the Imperial Seal and inspected it. When he spotted the drop of blood, disdain filled his face.

"You haven't even erased the original owner's mark. You clearly have no idea how to refine a magical treasure. Just as I thought—you're a bunch of minnows."

Blue Star had only just begun to learn about such things. They had never even seen a magical treasure, and now someone was looking down on them.

Mr. Water Mirror held an Eight Trigrams Mirror in one hand, maintaining the gravity array, and spoke as well.

"These outsiders from beyond the heavens have shallow foundations. They're no formidable opponents... It seems we really did worry too much before."

The transmigrators were pinned down by tenfold gravity. Their desperate struggles laid their cultivation bare.

How could their foundations be stable when their power wasn't their own? This only confirmed their status as minnows, and made it clear they had no powerful backing.

Yu Ji formed a sword seal with his fingers and declared without hesitation, "In that case, let's exterminate them at once."

"Agreed."

Mr. Water Mirror struck first. A flash of light shone from the Eight Trigrams Mirror in his hand, and everyone felt the gravity return to normal—only for it to jump right back to ten times its usual strength.

It kept vanishing and reappearing, shaking everyone like a bottle of soda.

Blood surged into their organs and brains just like soda, and great swathes of people immediately collapsed dead, blood streaming from every orifice.

The attack spared no one, and most of the dead were natives of the Three Kingdoms.

The soldiers of the coalition, the common people inside Shouchun City, and even Gongsun Zan and Ma Chao,