Although dying once inside the Abyssal Pavilion merely sent one's Divine Soul back to one's original body, with some pain at most.
When they heard Fairy Lingyue say those words, brimming with murderous intent, Zhu Sha, Ye Chensha, and the others still felt an inexplicable shudder of apprehension.
But Zhu Sha immediately felt a surge of delight and transmitted her voice to Seventh Seat Ye Chensha beside her:
"She was angered so easily. I must have struck a sore spot."
At those words, the corners of Ye Chensha's mouth rose slightly, and he replied through voice transmission:
"If we can pull her down from the Second Seat today, the words of our younger generation will carry an entirely different weight in the Abyssal Pavilion."
Of the previous generation of successors to the Thirteen Seats of the Abyss, only those occupying the first five seats remained.
If they lost another seat, even their higher cultivation would no longer allow them to sway the Abyssal Pavilion's future decisions.
You little brats. Even if Cangzhu comes later, he absolutely won't be able to save you!
From their looks alone, Fairy Lingyue had already guessed most of what the two were thinking, and she immediately gave another inward snort through gritted teeth.
"According to the Abyssal Pavilion's rules, when someone of a lower seat challenges someone of a higher seat, the Stop the War Hall takes from the surplus to make up the deficit, balancing the difference in their cultivation realms."
"Surely you know this, Lady Yuezhu?"
Zhu Sha deliberately looked at Fairy Lingyue with a beaming smile as she spoke slowly.
In her view, the angrier and more impatient her opponent became, the more advantageous it would be for her side.
"Enough nonsense. All of you, come at me together."
Fairy Lingyue beckoned