The Saintess Has A Showdown 359

Chapter 359: The Tyrant of the Sea Region

“Saintess, Spirit Masters from the Wind Realm request an audience!!!”

The conversation between Gong Lianyue and the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer was interrupted, but neither seemed surprised.

As the guide finished speaking, several nervous-looking Spirit Masters from the Wind Realm entered the Saintess Palace.

Their hair, as unruly and colorful as ever, a testament to the chaotic spirit energy of their wind-swept realm, resembled a flock of chickens, unchanged from Gong Lianyue’s visit a few years ago.

Leading the group was a black-haired woman with dull, lifeless eyes.

He Daoqi, Saintess of the Gray Citadel, master of the Saint-rank Swallow God.

Gong Lianyue had once journeyed to the Wind Realm because of her, and now, the situation reversed, she had come to the Sea Region’s headquarters.

The Wind Realm Spirit Masters nervously eyed the blue-haired woman in the bathrobe, her appearance far more alluring than they remembered, and the white-haired deer woman beside her.

As elite Spirit Masters of the Wind Realm, they had naturally attended the Overlord’s birthday celebration and witnessed the Sorrowful Saintess firsthand.

But now, the Sorrowful Saintess’s aura and demeanor were completely different, radiating a pressure that would intimidate even a Sun and Moon Realm Spirit Master.

And that white-haired, antlered woman beside her… its aura was unfathomable, clearly at least Saint-rank!

In the tense silence, He Daoqi spoke,

“Sorrowful Saintess, the Wind Realm and the Sea Region are now allies. We haven’t come here to cause trouble. Please understand.”

“Actually, the Wind Realm was recently attacked by someone from the Ten Sacred Domains. They demanded we hand over the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner.”

“She’s a true Legendary Spirit Master, even Sun and Moon Realm experts are no match for her. That’s why we came to the Sea Region, to ask for your help!”

As He Daoqi finished speaking, a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, her gaze fixed on the blue-haired woman sitting on the icy throne, her expression cold and indifferent.

Such a terrifying aura… in these past three years, she had reached a level beyond human comprehension.

After a moment of silence, Gong Lianyue shifted slightly, crossing her long, slender legs, her hair cascading down, a playful look in her eyes.

[He Daoqi, the alliance between the Wind Realm and the Sea Region doesn’t give you the right to enter the Sea Concubine Palace, nor does it explain your presence in the Saintess Palace.]

[I’m only allowing this because of our… past… encounter. Sit.]

“…”
“…”
“Gulp”

The Sorrowful Saintess’s gentle tone and unexpected hospitality relieved He Daoqi, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the blue-haired woman’s posture was strangely seductive.

Her every move, alluring, captivating.

Her fists… they were clenching…

Hearing the Sorrowful Saintess’s telepathic message, the other Wind Realm Spirit Masters looked at He Daoqi with relief.

So the rumors were true. They were close.

He Daoqi cautiously sat beside the white-haired, antlered woman, enduring its curious gaze.

[And I’d also like to know about that… individual… its identity and purpose.]

[Who followed you here, daring to bring their aura into the Sea Region?]

What? They had been followed?

Before He Daoqi could even react, as Gong Lianyue’s cold voice echoed in her mind—

Boom!!!

A terrifying aura erupted from the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer, spreading throughout the entire Sea Region.

A dense, oppressive moonlight aura, instantly suppressing all life.

Wind Valley.

“So this is the border between the Sea Region and the Wind Realm? This is where they entered?” a girl in an icy robe, her eyes cold, said mockingly.

She had guessed the Wind Realm would have taken precautions, hiding the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner. They had stashed it in a nearby realm.

For years, the Wind Realm had used the Wind Realm Overlord to conceal the Shadowlurking Blade’s true nature, but the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate had still managed to uncover a clue.

The Shadowlurking Blade, born a thousand years ago, had once severely injured the Ash of the Blaze, its master almost dethroning the Weaver of the Sun, its power rivaling even the World-Ending Azure Sky, one of the Six Disasters. So close to victory, only to be incinerated, both spirit beast and master, a tragic end.

Although even among legendary spirit beasts of the same species there were differences in power, this one shouldn’t be too weak. It might even be stronger.

She would obtain the Shadowlurking Blade.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Just as the icy-eyed girl was about to enter the Sea Region, a wave of terrifying power, a white mist, instantly enveloped the entire Wind Valley.

At the last moment, a massive ice elemental being, wearing an icy crown, emerged from the void behind her, its frozen body forming a protective shield against the encroaching mist.

The Ice Crown Emperor, a legendary-rank spirit beast!

Although temporarily protected, the icy-eyed girl trembled, her face a mask of terror.

At this moment, not only the Cold Pupil Saintess from the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate, but all weaker life forms within thousands of kilometers felt the crushing pressure, their bodies paralyzed. A violent, white mist, like a natural disaster, swept across half the Sea Region, all life submitting to the overwhelming aura of the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer.

The former Harbinger of Disaster, the white-haired, antlered woman, glared menacingly towards the Wind Valley.

Its gaze alone, from thousands of miles away, was enough to make the Ice Crown Emperor tremble in fear.

The endless white mist pressed down, crushing and distorting their spirit energy.

The icy-eyed girl, her face pale, took a few steps back.

Another legendary being… and it was incredibly powerful!

Just from its aura, she knew they weren’t on the same level.

Under this terrifying pressure, she couldn’t advance any further. She would have to abandon her pursuit of the Shadowlurking Blade for now.

“Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

“This isn’t a place we can tread…”

After a moment of tense silence, the icy-eyed girl, her face a mask of frustration, turned and retreated, her figure, enveloped by the Ice Crown Emperor’s aura, disappearing into the dust and wind of the Wind Valley.

Such arrogance, such a blatant display of power, not even allowing her to enter.

But she knew, with chilling certainty, that she was no match for this being.

…

…

Sensing the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer’s overwhelming aura, the Cold Pupil Saintess of the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate retreated without a fight, abandoning her plans to enter the Sea Region.