Wait a minute?
What did they just hear?
["Still having breakfast. Tell them to wait a little longer."]
Huh?
Are you serious?
We mobilized thousands of troops for this battle of survival, launching a sacred war here.
The fact that you let us march all the way here without resistance is one thing.
But now...
You’re telling us you’re still having breakfast?!
"What kind of joke is this?!"
Chiyan and the others, upon hearing that Su Muwan and Qin Luo were still eating breakfast, twisted in rage, their faces contorted with fury.
"A mere newly established sacred domain dares to act so arrogantly!"
Chiyan gnashed his teeth, the flames in his eyes nearly erupting.
The fire-domain cultivators behind him roared in anger, flames swirling around their bodies.
The sky trembled with their furious bellows.
The response from the Lord of the Netherfrost Sacred Domain felt like trampling their beliefs into the dirt!
How dare they treat them with such disregard!
But just then, a cultivator suddenly pointed toward the peak of the sacred domain’s core region, his voice trembling. "L-Lord Chiyan! Look at that!"
Following his finger, the crowd’s pupils shrank violently—
Atop the towering ice-crystal palace, a colossal golden tree pierced through the clouds, its branches flowing with liquid-like golden aura.
Each leaf seemed condensed from starlight, its roots deeply embedded in the void as if drawing upon the very laws of the universe.
Where its canopy spread, golden spiritual energy cascaded down like a torrential rain.
"What... what kind of tree is that?!"
Chiyan’s throat bobbed. Though he didn’t recognize the tree, he could sense the overwhelming fortune it radiated—something extraordinary.
"No wonder our Lord insisted on this war... If we devour this tree, our Fire Domain might even ascend to the Central Heaven Sacred Realm!"
He raised his spear high and bellowed, "All forces, heed my command! Shatter their barrier! Uproot that tree and present it to our Lord!"
"Yes!"
Thousands of fire-domain cultivators roared in unison, turning the sky into a sea of flames.
Dozens of crimson fire dragons emerged from the clouds, their breath hurling meteor-like fireballs at the icy-blue barrier.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The collision of flames and the barrier erupted in deafening explosions, shaking the entire Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Standing at the forefront, Chiyan curled his lips into a mocking smirk.
Now that he had calmed down, he reconsidered.
Would anyone truly treat a sacred war so lightly?
Was that even possible?
Of course not.
Last night, he had already delivered the declaration of war on his Lord’s orders.
By all logic, the enemy should have been trembling in fear by now.
Yet here they were, claiming they were still having breakfast?
Hah. "Breakfast" was just an excuse—they were too afraid to face them.
What else could one expect from a newly established sacred domain? They had never witnessed such a grand battle before.
With a sneer, he glanced at the gathering crowd below and mocked, "What a pathetic newborn sacred domain. Your so-called Lord is nothing but a coward who dares not fight— Huh?!"
Chiyan’s smirk froze.
Every cell in his body screamed a single warning:
[Danger.]
The next moment—
"Pathetic."
A voice, icy and dripping with arrogance, resonated across the battlefield.
It was like a winter gale, instantly tightening the chests of every fire-domain cultivator.
As if an invisible serpent had coiled around them, suffocating their breath.
Then—CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Argh!"
"My Lord!"
"Save me!"
One by one, fire-domain cultivators turned into ice sculptures before shattering into dust.
Chaos erupted as the survivors frantically searched for the source of the voice.
Even the fire dragons in the sky froze mid-air, crumbling into icy fragments.
What the hell was happening?!
Chiyan’s pupils trembled violently. He jerked his head up—
Only to find the sky now sprinkled with ice crystals.
And descending from above the core region were two figures.
Su Muwan and Qin Luo!
Su Muwan wore an ice-blue gown, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, her gaze cold and haughty.
Beside her stood Qin Luo, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Enough tricks!"
Chiyan summoned his flames to melt the ice, only to watch in horror as the fire extinguished upon touching a single snowflake.
!!!
"This... you—!"
His mind reeled in shock.
What kind of joke was this?!
My flames... lost to a snowflake?!
The aura from this snow... it’s overpowering?!
But how?!
He clearly remembered Su Muwan being only at the Supreme Realm. Yet now, the pressure she exuded was unlike anything he had ever felt—even greater than his own Lord’s!
But that was impossible!
His Lord was already half-step into the Dominator Realm. Did that mean this newborn Lord was stronger?!
Nonsense!
Ah—he understood now!
Suppressing his shock, Chiyan swallowed hard and sneered. "A backwater place like this would resort to cheap tricks like faking your cultivation aura."
"Too bad I’ve seen through you. You’re just pretending to be stronger than you really—"
"Enough noise."
Su Muwan cut him off with a cold laugh.
With a flick of her wrist, a massive claw of ice materialized mid-air.
SQUISH!
In an instant, eight fire generals were crushed like insects in its grasp.
"Merely at the Transcendent Realm, yet you dare act so insolently before me?"
Her voice was so frigid it sent chills down everyone’s spines.
Trapped in the icy claw, Chiyan and the others couldn’t move a muscle, their shock turning to terror.
"This power... No, this isn’t Transcendent Realm... This is the same level as our Lord!"
Chiyan’s guts twisted in fear. Auras could be faked, but power couldn’t!
How was this possible?!
Weren’t they a newborn sacred domain?!
How did their cultivation skyrocket so fast?!
Gritting his teeth, he struggled against the ice, but his flames were utterly useless against it.
Death... Am I really going to die here?!
No!
I cultivated for ten thousand years just to ascend to this realm!
I can’t die like this!
No! Absolutely not!
"Stop! Our Fire Domain Lord is—"
SMACK!
"Enough noise."
Before he could finish—
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Qin Luo’s figure flickered beside the ice claw, delivering four resounding slaps infused with soul-shaking force.
Chiyan’s spirit quaked, blackened palm marks searing into his face.
He was stunned.
Why can a mere Supreme Realm cultivator hurt me?!
"A sacred war? How amusing."
Qin Luo chuckled, grabbing Chiyan by the hair.
Gazing at his shattered expression, he smirked.
"Lead the way. Take us to meet your Empress."
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