Dead silence.
Every Western observer watching through satellite surveillance went cold.
That was the Seventh Apostle! A supernatural being who could raise a hundred-meter tsunami in International Waters and regarded mortal armies as ants!
Yet now he lay under the Dragon Kingdom's Swordbearer's boot like a dead dog, unable even to lift his head.
The gods of the East had not awakened. But the East's Swordbearer, in a mortal body, had ground a god's lackey into the dirt.
On the reef, Ning Hongye dragged her Mo Dao in one hand and walked over the waves.
She said nothing. She only stood a few meters away, her red robe stirring gently in the fading sea breeze.
Yue Xiaofei took a deep breath and gripped the Hongming Blade in reverse, its tip aimed at the artery in Yatelan's neck.
Root out the threat.
He had never shown mercy to scum who dared reach their claws into the Dragon Kingdom's heartland.
The blade broke the skin of Yatelan's neck. Blood ran down its tip.
Feeling death's chill, Yatelan stared up with bloodshot eyes and begged in despair, "Don't kill me... I know the cult's secrets... I know..."
The muscles in Yue Xiaofei's arm tightened. His blade was about to fall!
At that very instant...
The void above the East Sea suddenly began to tremble violently, without warning.
Rrrip!
A sound like a blade tearing through heavy silk exploded overhead.
A three-meter-long, dark-purple rift was ripped through the once-calm air!
Inside it, violent spatial turbulence churned, while purple lightning leaped wildly along its edges.
Before anyone present could react, a slender figure in black stepped out of the rift like a ghost!
Her speed was beyond belief.
Even Ning Hongye, standing nearby, twitched an eyebrow and instinctively raised her Mo Dao across her body.