The Feather Transformation Emperor's spiritual projection power was naturally meant to stop Jing Hang from breaking up a pair of lovebirds with her club.
Jing Hang, who had been about to fly into a rage and speak, instantly froze from head to toe. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief. She had been directly suppressed by the Feather Transformation Emperor—or rather, pressed down until she could barely move.
Th-this-this, how was that possible?
She had heard that half a year ago, the Feather Transformation Emperor had concealed his realm and could defeat and suppress the Sea-Refining Emperor. But she was a whole level stronger than the Sea-Refining Emperor.
"Jing Hang, don't you think the sword dance between my A-Jing and your Su Yuexi is quite beautiful?"
"We can simply watch in silence. Why interrupt them?"
Having suppressed Jing Hang, the Feather Transformation Emperor spoke with a faint smile, inwardly exhilarated beyond measure.
During the half-year war with the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, he had constantly restrained himself and remained at the Sea-Refining Emperor's level. Now, he could finally strike with his full strength. Suppressing Jing Hang so effortlessly was simply thrilling.
"The Sword-Refining Extreme Prison truly is formidable. The Burial Emperor Battlefield truly is terrifying."
"My overall realm is currently only one level above Jing Hang's. By rights, I shouldn't have been able to suppress her so easily that she cannot move."
"But I can already be considered a member of the Sword Clan. In every aspect, I completely crush Jing Hang."
The Feather Transformation Emperor thought wildly, his gaze toward Sikong Jing growing ever more excited. With Sikong Jing around, he could continue improving.
This was merely a small test of his blade.
Completely suppressed, Jing Hang squeezed out furiously, "Feather Transformation, you..."
Before her words fell... "Ah!"
Su Yuexi,