That branch of peach blossom flooded the world with spring, invading the Red-Browed Emperor Lord's eyes.
Red eyes could see the peach blossoms' crimson—how could color be lacking?
Stretching between the Red-Browed Emperor Lord and Jiang Wang was a spring such as the entire Saha Dragon Domain might never have known.
"Good!" Yet the Red-Browed Emperor Lord let out a long cry. "I fear not that True Lords will come—I fear they will not come in sufficient numbers! Trade one Laurel Sea for two pinnacle powerhouses!"
Though her gaze was cut off, her body continued to descend, and her blood-red lacquered palm still pressed downward.
Laurel Sea had already been overturned. In this move, they had indeed miscalculated.
Sacrificing Chen Zhitao and sacrificing Fu Yanqing were not especially unexpected. But who could have imagined that Jiang Wang—a peerless prodigy who had returned safely from the Demon Realm while commanding Qi State's main army, won immense renown, and risen into Qi State's upper ranks—would also be sacrificed?
Was Jiang Wang's importance not obvious enough?
For one trip to the Lost Realm, the Emperor of Qi had sent two Dao Derivation powerhouses to guard his path!
A peerless prodigy like this, the Empire's future—anyone with half a brain would know he ought to display his talents to the fullest on the core battlefield, not be casually tossed into peril like a chess piece and discarded after crossing the river.
That the Sea Race had failed to account for this move only meant their defeat was not undeserved. But the raging waves the Sea Race had stirred up in the Near-Sea Archipelago were enough to offset it.
So what should Xi Yang do now?
Certainly not run weeping to Laurel Sea to mourn, to see whether she could collect anyone's corpse.
She needed