A furious divine sense erupted with a bang. The ancient prodigy who had slept for thirty thousand years had clearly been enraged.
A terrifying pressure crossed the void and came crushing down upon the Mount Shu Warship!
The pressure was so powerful that it had already come infinitely close to the level of a Tribulation Immortal, making the warships of quite a few first-rate sects nearby emit overloaded hums.
"Insolence!"
Chen Yuan snorted coldly and was about to make his move.
But Chen Changqing moved before him.
He still did not turn around. He merely slowly straightened his back.
At the instant he straightened up.
"Bzz—"
An indescribable intent silently spread outward with him at its center.
It was neither pressure nor momentum.
It was a kind of... law.
An absolute sense of control: My world, my rules!
Only a trace of the Sword World's aura leaked out.
That trace was not directed at anyone. It simply existed there, as naturally as could be.
Yet the terrifying pressure bearing down from the stone boat—enough to make even True Lords change color—melted away soundlessly like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun the moment it touched that trace of Sword World aura.
It failed to stir even the faintest ripple.
The entire process was both impossibly swift and utterly bizarre.
Other than a handful of Heavenly Monarchs and Tribulation Immortal-level experts, most people did not even realize what had happened.
All they saw was the ancient prodigy launch an attack in towering fury, and then... then there was nothing.
Aboard that stone boat, the ancient prodigy who had been raging just moments ago was now like a rooster with its throat seized. All sound and momentum came to an abrupt halt.
His divine sense remained locked tightly onto Chen Changqing, but