The vast battlefield fell into dead silence.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro even forgot that he was still coughing up blood. He stared stiffly at Lord Imu, who had been sent flying and slammed into the golden wall in the distance.
At this moment, aside from the resentment filling his heart, he also felt a faint sense of urgency.
The Five Elders had always regarded themselves as Imu's representatives after her descent into this world.
Yet for hundreds of years, aside from seeing that glowing entity once every few months, they had never once laid eyes on Imu's true appearance.
Now, Qin Yu had slapped Imu for the third time.
They were grief-stricken and indignant.
However, their foremost thought was still to see what Imu, who had always hidden within that glowing entity, actually looked like.
"Sorry about that. I've always had an instinctive aversion to birdmen, so I accidentally used too much force," Qin Yu said helplessly as he rubbed the tip of his nose.
"Still, compared to how you shouted and sent your guard dog flying earlier, I'm being far too gentle."
His not-so-loud voice quickly shattered the silence on the battlefield.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's expression darkened. Snapping back to his senses, he roared furiously, "You arrogant bastard! How dare you sow discord in our loyalty to Lord Imu!"
"Lord Imu merely didn't want me to interfere with the battle, nor did she wish for me to suffer humiliation."
"As Lord Imu's representatives, we Five Elders will stand firmly before her as the sturdiest shields and sharpest blades."
His righteous declaration instantly drowned out Qin Yu's voice.
Yet more people still turned their gazes toward Imu.
Even Qin Yu was no exception.
All along, he had suspected that the mastermind controlling everything in Poseidon's world was an Otsutsuki.