The Divine Silkworm Princess arrived without a sound. With a lift of her hand, she reduced a group of Supreme Elders from the holy lands to nothingness and sent the supreme Holy Lords flying backward, coughing blood. Her might was utterly overwhelming.
No one in the world had ever heard of such a powerful, peerless woman. Many guessed in horror that she might be a living Saint. Otherwise, how could she leave several Holy Lords utterly powerless to fight back?
Unfortunately, apart from Lu Chen, no one knew the Divine Silkworm Princess's identity or strength. At her realm, she was a life-form on an entirely different level, virtually indistinguishable from a deity. Had she not merely intended to punish and warn them, she could have destroyed the Holy Lords with a flick of her finger.
Soon, the Yaoguang Holy Lord, the Ji Family Holy Lord, and the others flew back. Their faces were pale, fear still lingering in their hearts, and their gazes were complicated as they looked at Lu Chen.
They had thought he was merely a young unaffiliated cultivator with extraordinary talent. They had never expected a terrifying figure, possibly a Saint, to stand behind him.
Now, despite the alluring Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda before them, none of the older figures dared reach for it. At least, no one dared act openly. What they might do in secret was another matter.
None of the great powers dared openly murder another faction's genius disciples, but plenty struck in secret. Even the Ji Family's Divine King Body and the Yaoguang Holy Son had suffered assassination attempts, though those attempts had failed.
Of course, this was exactly what Lu Chen wanted. The Divine Silkworm Princess's intervention had intimidated the Various Holy Lands, keeping their elders from attacking him openly. That