Ancestral Jade

Shui Mochan's voice echoed between heaven and earth, calm yet carrying a strange power that shook the soul. It seemed to merge with the world around them, concealing a mysterious Dao resonance.

The azure dragon claw had already reached out. Just as all the demons believed the girl would be ruthlessly torn to pieces, the Green Flood Dragon Demon Lord suddenly withdrew his attack, the dragon claw containing terrifying pressure stopping in midair.

"Who are you?" Green Flood Dragon asked gravely.

"Holy Maiden of the Great Sound Pavilion—Shui Mochan!"

Shui Mochan answered neither humbly nor arrogantly. Her eyes remained fixed on the Demon Lord standing at the very peak of the Southern Bright Continent, without the slightest trace of fear. Because she stood here as a representative of the Great Sound Pavilion—not merely the Great Sound Pavilion of the Southern Bright Continent, but the Great Sound Pavilion of the entire cultivation world, a first-rate cultivation force that had stood for ten thousand years.

"I wasn't asking you. I was asking about the person behind you!" Green Flood Dragon's deep voice rang out across heaven and earth again. His eyes were locked on Shui Mochan's direction, yet the focus of his pupils did not seem to be on Shui Mochan herself.

"Demon Lord, you know the rules by which our Great Sound Pavilion conducts its affairs. Why tear off all pretenses over something like this? It would do neither side any good, wouldn't it?"

An elderly voice, much gentler in tone, suddenly echoed through the air. It was light and unhurried, carrying no pressure whatsoever, yet everyone who heard it felt their minds tremble violently. It was as though, if this person wished it, that voice alone could effortlessly kill most of those present.

The Green Flood Dragon Demon Lord's pupils