The smile on Lan Jinghe's face faded as well. She straightened up and crossed her arms over her chest, a trace of crimson flashing through her violet eyes. It was the innate ferocity of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King. She normally kept it under perfect control, but now, it leaked out inadvertently, and the temperature in the entire bedroom seemed to drop by several degrees.
"Such a sharp tongue." She gave a cold snort, her tone carrying a hint of indifference. "Naturally, I came to find you because I have important business. Otherwise, who would have the time to trade nonsense with a lecher like you?"
The instant her words fell, the aura around her abruptly changed. There was no earthshaking eruption of Soul Power, only a pressure originating from the depths of the soul that silently spread outward.
For a moment, Zhong Shenxiu seemed to see a million-year demonic whale lurking in the deep sea.
Its enormous body blanketed the entire seabed. Dark-purple scales gleamed with an icy luster, and its massive vertical pupils stared indifferently at the surface. With a casual flick of its tail, it could raise a tsunami capable of overturning the continent.
An abyssal aura, carrying the power of destruction and devouring, pressed down heavily upon him.
This was the will-pressure of a Level-100 True God, the ferocity carved into the bones of a million-year Soul Beast. An ordinary Title Douluo would likely have gone weak at the knees and fallen straight to the ground by now.
Yet Zhong Shenxiu remained seated, his expression unchanged. He even continued to lean lazily against the sofa without so much as lifting his eyelids.
The demonic whale's pressure, enough to crush a Title Douluo, sank into him like a stone into the sea, unable to stir even