Chapter 159.2: News of the Moonlight Kingdom, The Mysterious High Priestess
Only after several dozen breaths did the suffocating pressure in the hall finally dissipate.
A man's face darkened. "A senior like the Blood-Clothed Sword God actually attacked us juniors! He is utterly shameless!"
By now, they had almost confirmed the truth: that turtle-shell-wearing man was the Blood-Clothed Sword God. Not only was Xu Yeli from the Blood-Clothed Alliance, Xu Tongchen's deferential attitude toward that man also spoke volumes. Moreover, some prodigies had heard rumors that the Blood-Clothed Sword God entered through the backdoor. They had initially assumed it was merely some junior from the Blood-Clothed Alliance. Who would have thought it was the Blood-Clothed Sword God himself?
"Strange," one prodigy muttered. "The origins of worlds differ. Those who comprehend Origin Divine Techniques should be repelled when entering another world. Why isn't he affected?"
As a result, they had treated the turtle-shell man as just another prodigy like themselves. Same generation, same level, what was there to fear? Yet, the Blood-Robed Sword God crushed them effortlessly and even wanted a fair fight with Gu Xiaoyao.
The old monster had no sense of honor at all. Completely bullying the younger generation!
"The Blood-Clothed Sword God bullies the weak and seeks to monopolize the Moonwatch Continent. He’s making an enemy of us and of the entire Eastern Lands!" Ling Jiao said coldly, "He may be powerful, and the destruction of Bright Palace was shocking, but opposing the whole Eastern Lands is courting death. I will report this to my grandmaster!"
"Hmph. Does he think hiding in Moonwatch Continent means we can't touch him?"
As much as they’d like to avoid open conflict with the Blood-Clothed Sword God, Moonwatch Continent was tied to their escape routes. It had to be contested.
Ling Jiao snapped angrily. "This isn't over! Does he think the sun revolves around hi—"
Mid-sentence, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Her aura collapsed, her face turning deathly pale in an instant. She became thin and fragile like a dying thread.
The others were shocked. "Ling Jiao?!"