Stepping onto the Scene astride a Flood Dragon

The shrill howl of the Lü Family's Half-step Divine Mansion Realm elder had barely faded.

For a moment, heaven and earth fell silent.

Then—

A phantom hand, vast enough to blot out the sky, suddenly reached out of the void without warning.

It came straight for Zhao Wujiu and the others.

The pupils of Zhao Wujiu and the other four contracted.

In an instant, they felt an overwhelming, boundless pressure—far beyond the Innate Realm—crashing down like a ten-thousand-zhang divine mountain, ready to grind them to dust.

"Not good! A Divine Mansion Great Expert!"

Li Xuantong's expression changed dramatically.

The mid-grade Earth-rank Fire Phoenix Fan in his hand blazed with light. A phoenix phantom cried out in fury, but shattered bit by bit beneath that pressure.

The Ouyang Family's Half-step Divine Mansion Realm elder brought out a plain, ancient shield.

This shield was clearly a treasure of no low rank.

Yet the moment he brought it out, it buckled under the pressure of the Divine Mansion Realm. Cracks spread across its surface like a spiderweb.

Zhao Wujiu grunted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The Fu Family's elder and the Huang Family's head, Huang Yuanzong, fared even worse. The pressure made them stagger, nearly forcing them to their knees.

As the saying went: beneath the Divine Mansion Realm, all were ants!

Feeling that familiar aura, the Lü Family's Half-step Divine Mansion Realm elder was overjoyed.

He quickly put some distance between himself and Zhao Wujiu's group, then stopped and cried out, "We welcome the ancestor!"

The phantom hand arrived in an instant. Its palm brimmed with spiritual energy, heavy as an abyss. Even the surrounding void was squeezed until it warped and twisted.

Just as the palm was about to smash Zhao Wujiu and the other four to dust—