Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

As they spoke, the Demonic Beast in the sea of fire leaped up again and continued to tear and bite at the two elders from Sancthelm. In just a short while, their bodies were tattered and torn. Their blood fell into the fiery lava, evaporating without so much as a splash.

It was a gruesome sight, not recommended for children.

"AHHHH..."

"Stop... You damn Demons, I won’t let you off even as a ghost! You from the Demonic Domain dare to oppose our Sancthelm! When the Hallowed Lord descends, he will surely take your worthless lives! He’ll make you wish you were dead!"

Still spouting threats even at death’s door. One had to admit, these two elders had some spine.

As his voice faded, the Demonic Domain cultivators on Javier Sinclair’s side began to chime in, one after another.

"What are you two old geezers blabbering about?"

"What do you mean, ’the Demonic Domain opposes your Sancthelm’? No, no, you’ve got it all wrong. We don’t just oppose you. The Demonic Domain opposes *all* hostile forces who are unfriendly to us. You just happen to be one of them. So don’t go thinking you’re so important."

A man nearby raised his weapon with a sinister cackle. "Exactly! If you hadn’t come knocking on our door, we wouldn’t have even known Sancthelm existed in whatever godforsaken corner it’s in. Never heard of it. Totally unheard of." As he spoke, he deliberately leaned over to a brother-in-arms next to him. "You guys ever heard of it before?"

"Nope."

"Me neither. I only just heard about it these last few days. Can’t believe there’s actually a ’Sancthelm’ in the Immortal Domain. Must be some new power we didn’t notice. Shameless bastards, trying to make a name for themselves by hyping themselves up."

Another Demonic Domain cultivator couldn’t help but chime in. "Maybe Sancthelm is just a little too small for us to have noticed. This is a real eye-opener. It’s the first we’ve ever heard that there’s a ’Sancthelm’ in the Immortal Domain."

Sancthelm was one of the major powers in the Immortal Domain. Of course they knew about it; they were just pretending not to.

Hearing this, the two elders from Sancthelm were so enraged they pointed at the Demonic Domain cultivators. "You... You’ve gone too far!" As they spoke, they coughed up blood.

The suspended elder from Sancthelm cried out, "Don’t get cocky, Demons! With our Hallowed Lord’s supreme Cultivation, you will all die without a proper burial sooner or later!" His words were followed by another bloodcurdling scream, which eventually faded to a whimper.

Seeing the two elders suffer filled the Demonic Domain cultivators with glee. Letting them die quickly would be too merciful. They had to be tortured, bit by bit. Otherwise, how could they ever avenge the slaughter of their people when Sancthelm had invaded?

One Demonic Domain cultivator jeered, "Damn, these elders are fierce. I wonder if their asses are as big as their faces, hahaha! The Hallowed Lord is coming to take our lives? Ooh, I’m so scared! Come on, bring him on! If I beg for mercy even once, I’ll be his grandson. This is perfect. Let’s see what kind of coward this so-called Hallowed Lord really is."

Someone spat.

"Ptui! Always hiding, never showing his face. If you ask me, he’s probably just too ugly to be seen in public. If he were as breathtakingly handsome as our Exalted One, he’d have been showing off long ago."

"Third Brother, we should be more modest. Our Exalted One is handsome, elegant, and supremely powerful—his beauty is renowned throughout the Immortal and Demonic Realms. How can those ugly toads even be compared to him? They’re not worthy."

「Meanwhile, in the Cultivation World.」

Celeste Grant watched the scene unfold in the Ancient Mirror, the corner of her mouth twitching.

’As expected of Old Fiend Sinclair’s men,’ she thought. ’Whether in the Cultivation World or the Demonic Domain, their mouths are all dipped in poison. They just say whatever they want. It really proves that old saying: if you have no morals, morality can’t hold you hostage.’

’Honestly, their insults are filthy. Cultivators in the Immortal Domain are usually obsessed with saving face, spouting benevolence and righteousness with every breath. That’s why they’re completely speechless against the shameless cultivators of the Demonic Domain. It just goes to show that winning a war of words can be truly satisfying. You can’t just be a pushover and let people walk all over you. When it’s time to fight, you fight. When it’s time to run your mouth, you run your mouth. It’s about total domination, not just in terms of power, but in every aspect.’

「On the other side of the Ancient Mirror.」

Seated in his Flying Palace, Javier Sinclair glanced at his subordinates, and his face darkened. He was inwardly relieved. ’Thank goodness my wife didn’t see this thuggish, gangster-like scene,’ he thought, feeling an inexplicable sense of shame.

Before Javier Sinclair could speak, an elder standing beside him had already begun to talk.

"Heh, anyone can talk big. Why don’t you actually call him here? The big boss of your Sancthelm still hasn’t shown his face. Isn’t that just a coward hiding in his shell? Only idiots like you would die for him. When there’s trouble, you’re on the front lines, but at the critical moment, he never shows. Sometimes he even hides in the background, playing the peacemaker. Let me think, what’s the phrase for that? Ah, yes. Sacrificing you to save himself. Only morons like you would be so obedient."

Hearing this, the two elders hanging from the flagpoles felt a bitter unease. The words were harsh, but it was true that their Hallowed Lord never appeared whenever there was trouble. Although they told themselves such minor incidents weren’t worthy of his presence, it was clear proof that in the Hallowed Lord’s eyes, they were insignificant—expendable at any moment.

Sancthelm always reaped the benefits, while they received very few resources in return. And now, they were about to pay for it with their lives. A sudden sense of desolation washed over them.

They had risked life and limb for Sancthelm, obeyed the Hallowed Lord’s every command, and done so much.

Would the Hallowed Lord come to save them this time?

"AHHHH..."

The lava roiled, and the flames burned fiercely.

The two suspended elders shrieked in agony. Because Javier Sinclair had sealed their Cultivation, they could only watch helplessly as the fire burned them and the Demonic Beast mauled them.

Not far away, the Demonic Domain cultivators gloated.

"They’re screaming so loudly. It seems the two elders from Sancthelm really enjoy a good bonfire. It’s so nice and warm, they’re practically melting."

"You’re wrong, brother. What do you mean ’melting’? They’re almost gone! Looks like they really appreciate our warm welcome."

"Of course they like it! Why else would they come all the way to our Demonic Domain? If they wanted a bonfire, they should’ve just said so. It’s no trouble at all. All cultivators from Sancthelm are welcome to come roast themselves on the edge of the Demonic Domain, hahaha!"

"Ooh, it’s so cold. A nice fire would be so warm."

The two elders held on.

They waited for their Hallowed Lord to come and save them.

But they waited, and waited, until their flesh was gone, and only two gleaming skeletons were left, swaying on the poles.