nyslfriends Chapter 1726 Wrath, Intimidation!
Chapter 1726 Wrath, Intimidation!
now!
The group of semi-elders standing beneath the high throne exuded an overwhelming aura.
With each breath, the demonic energy in the entire hall surged and ebbed.
Every seemingly unintentional glance he gave was enough to make the demon lords in the back row feel as if their souls were being pierced and chilled to the bone!
Yes!
Each of them was already renowned, their fierce power awe-inspiring throughout the world, yet they had long since withdrawn from the world, living in seclusion to cultivate and seek to break through the shackles of the Divine Transformation stage.
Half-Saint Realm expert!
He is the most powerful cultivator below the Nascent Soul Demon Lord, practically a ruler of this deep sea!
It is also one of the true strengths that enabled the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan to occupy a top position among the sea creatures in this world after countless years of rise and fall and bloody battles!
now.
These dozen or so elders, practically living fossils, were gathered together in this somber main hall.
They were like lifeless ancient rock sculptures, motionless, their eyelids lowered, concealing all emotions and thoughts, oblivious to everything around them, silent and indifferent.
But that tangible pressure, like an invisible undercurrent in the deep sea, weighed heavily on the hearts of every newcomer.
This situation...
The moment the demon lords, who were once high above and held the power of life and death, stepped into the main hall, they felt as if they had crashed into an invisible wall formed by absolute power and heavy will!
They instantly tensed their demonic power, instinctively holding their breath and even making their footsteps as quiet as possible. The surging demonic power within them was forcibly contained and locked within their acupoints.
They were terrified that even the slightest hint of something might reveal a secret and cause unpredictable consequences.
He dared not utter the slightest sound!
For a while.
This ancient, majestic deep-sea main hall, which symbolizes the endless glory and majesty of the Black Tiger Shark clan, has fallen into a deathly silence that makes one feel oppressed and suffocated!
It was so quiet that you could clearly feel even a grain of sand falling into the sea.
Only the low, rumbling energy flow of the demonic cloud vortex above the dome, and the roar of their own blood surging and pounding against their eardrums, reminded them that they were still alive.
This absolute silence was more chilling than any roar.
Time, like solidified deep-sea ice, flows away slowly, drop by drop…
The number of top-tier Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan experts pouring into the main hall continues to increase.
Every newcomer, the moment they stepped through the palace gates, was assimilated by the heavy atmosphere, as if the sea had frozen, and silently found their place, blending into the lines on either side.
The spacious hall was gradually compressed by the space occupied by these powerful life forms.
The power gathered here is enough to sweep away everything!
however!
No matter how many giants or monsters gather below?
All the cultivators' eyes could not be ignored at the very end of the main hall, where they had to look up to see the high platform made of a single piece of 'Dark Gold of the Abyss Sea' that seemed to devour light.
Do not!
To be precise, it should be the menacing throne on the high platform that exudes a cold, deathly stillness and seems to contain the oppressive power of the entire deep sea!
The throne resembled the slightly open mouth of a giant shark, its fangs menacing and radiating an aura of devouring everything.
The strange thing is—
This supreme position, symbolizing unparalleled status, authority, and power, has remained vacant from beginning to end!
Whether it was a half-saint with overwhelming aura or a great demon lord who was usually arrogant and domineering, they were all like ants in front of it. No one dared to get close even a little bit, let alone have the slightest thought of touching it!
It hangs like a huge, silent question over the heads of all the strong.
It's as if it's sleeping and waiting for its one and only owner!
This waiting made the passage of time below seem even longer and more unbearable. The invisible pressure accumulated layer by layer in the silence, like volcanic lava poised to erupt at any moment.
Another half-day, which felt like an eternity, had passed!
When the last figure, a middle-aged demon lord, arriving from his stronghold on the edge of the "Endless Sea" billions of miles away, carrying a strong, salty stench and weary energy, rushed into the main hall, looking slightly disheveled but moving with incredible speed...
And as they quickly blended into the ranks of figures on both sides…
The air seemed to freeze at its peak.
All eyes, whether in the open or in the shadows, seemed to fall upon that empty throne!
Amidst the focus of thousands of gazes—
A sudden change occurred!
A subtle yet undeniable spatial fluctuation, like a smear of ink thrown into the deep sea, spread out without warning less than three feet in front of the throne on the high platform!
Swish!
The next instant,
A blurry figure appeared before the hundreds of demon lords below, their senses incredibly sharp, moving with an aura that defied the limits of vision and the laws of space.
It even managed to deceive the perception of a half-saint, silently and suddenly coalescing, clearly appearing before the high platform throne, standing with its hands behind its back!
The figure was not tall, shrouded in a black robe, and only a blurry outline could be made out.
But it positioned itself perfectly between all eyes and the throne!
"presumptuous!!"
"Get off!"
"court death!"
"···"
The angry shouts exploded like a storm in the hall!
Many of the most violent demon lords were practically bloodshot, their demonic power surging instantly.
A boundless killing intent mixed with the fury of being fooled transformed into an invisible storm, about to erupt and tear this audacious and fearless intruder to shreds!
However, in the blink of an eye!
Just moments before the fury below was about to erupt like a volcano—
Suddenly, the dozen or so half-saint clan elders who had been sitting at the very front of the throne on the high platform, who had kept their eyes closed like deep-sea reefs, all opened their eyes!
At that moment, it was as if a dozen ancient stars had suddenly lit up in the abyss!
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without the slightest hesitation or doubt, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times!
The vast and profound aura of the dozen or so half-saints, as if a galaxy had fallen, instantly coalesced into one, like an invisible abyss opening its maw!
Their faces, etched with wrinkles like those carved by axe and sculpted stone, symbolizing endless years and supreme majesty, were incredibly solemn, even carrying a complex and indescribable emotion, as they faced the dark figure that had suddenly appeared before the throne—
Bow down, touch your chest, and lower your head!
They performed an ancient ritual that is only used when facing the most powerful being!
The movements were swift and clean, yet incredibly heavy!
The destructive energy storm that was about to erupt in the entire hall was instantly frozen on the verge of exploding, as if an invisible giant hand had choked it by the throat, due to the actions of these dozen or so half-saints!
Wow——! ! !
Deep within the main hall, the hundreds of demon lords, who were originally filled with rage, were as if they had been hit by the coldest and most piercing abyssal current!
The raging anger froze instantly, leaving only a look of utter bewilderment and disbelief on his face!
Countless question marks exploded wildly within their heads, which were as hard as refined iron:
"How can it be?!"
The demon lord stared intently at the blurry black figure standing with his hands behind his back, trying to match its identity with a certain being in his memory.
"...Your Highness Minghong?!"
Finally, someone with sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the figure's profile in the dim light, and gasped in shock, their voice filled with utter bewilderment.
"Sha...Sha Minghong?"
"An elder bowing? To Sha Minghong?!"
"impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
How can Your Highness accept such a grand gesture from these semi-respectable elders?!
"In the end what happened?!"
Thoughts filled with extreme shock, endless doubt, and absurdity, grew and entangled wildly in the hearts of these demon lords like poisonous vines, almost devouring their reason!
This scene, which completely defied common sense, overturned all their preconceived notions!
Shark Minghong?!
That person, who does have some reputation among the younger generation, could never possibly be qualified to make a semi-elder bow in respect?!
The shock hasn't subsided!
The next scene that left all the demon lords completely blank-minded and their thoughts utterly paralyzed appeared...
The figure they had just barely recognized as "Sha Minghong" seemed to take it all in stride the moment the dozen or so half-elders finished their greetings and straightened up. He did so with an air of complete naturalness, as if he were sitting down at home, and with a gentle flick of his sleeves…
Then, with hundreds of gazes completely frozen...
He actually sat enthroned on that throne, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan, a throne that only a true Nascent Soul Demon Lord could touch...
Above the Throne of the Abyss!
Yes, He did not stand before the throne to display some kind of "representative" or "presiding" role.
He sat down directly, calmly, and even with a hint of unquestionable indifference!
The figure in black robes sat in the center of the enormous throne, which resembled a gaping maw. He didn't appear particularly tall, but he instantly became the center of attention in the entire hall...
"boom--!!!"
If before I was confused and bewildered!
Now, the underwater volcano that has been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years has been completely detonated!
A raging fury, far more violent, purer, and more uncontrollable than before, instantly erupted from the deepest, most instinctive part of the hearts and souls of all the demon lords—
It surged forth like a world-ending tsunami!
They dyed their eyes crimson!
The gazes that had been suppressed and forcibly concealed by the aura of the clan elders...
In an instant, it transformed into a tangible, icy, and blood-stained arrow, imbued with the ultimate killing intent, carrying enough power to pierce the stars, and locked onto the figure sitting on the throne!
No, that is no longer His Highness Shark Minghong!
That was an arrogant traitor who desecrated his ancestors, usurped supreme glory, and defiled the bloodline and history of the entire Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan!
The demon must be killed!
He deserves to die a thousand deaths to atone for his crimes!
The murderous intent was overwhelming; the air in the entire main hall seemed to be ignited, and even the viscous seawater seemed to be evaporated by the boiling killing intent!
At this critical moment, just as the immense demonic power ignited by the rage of hundreds of demon lords was about to break through the critical point, and their destructive attack was about to completely engulf the throne—
"presumptuous!!!"
"You are seeking death!"
"Be bold!"
A roar like the collapse of the sky and the roar of the deep sea resounded simultaneously at the core of the main hall, just like billions of thunderbolts from the heavens!
The source of the sound was the dozen or so half-elder clan elders below the high platform who had just straightened up!
They will no longer remain silent!
The instant that roar was uttered, more than a dozen half-saints stepped forward in unison, stomping out fiercely!
The movement was like a tsunami!
The entire space was distorted and deformed because of this step!
A powerful aura capable of shattering ocean depths and crushing stars—
It was as if the will of the boundless abyss, conceived at the very beginning of time, had suddenly descended!
With a terrifying majesty that could crush all spirits and freeze souls, it erupted with a deafening roar!
Not just one, but more than a dozen equally unfathomable semi-saint auras perfectly merged and amplified!
"Whoosh—Boom!"
A terrifying shockwave, mixed with deep purple demonic energy and pitch-black malevolent aura, instantly transformed into a tangible, destructive torrent. With absolute crushing force, it slammed down on the group of demon lords below, who had been gathering all their fury and were about to attack!
The combined force of this attack was so powerful that even the walls of the main hall, which had been reinforced by a Nascent Soul Venerable, and the giant pillars supporting the sky, which were made of the hardest "Mysterious Sea Steel Mother," groaned violently, their teeth aching from the unbearable pressure!
The protective runes on the palace walls were flashing wildly.
Like a red-hot branding iron, it struggled to keep the entire structure from being directly torn apart by this terrifying pressure of will!
"puff--!"
The hundreds of demon lords standing below were like the weakest reeds in a raging storm!
Although they were all top-tier demons at the late or even peak Nascent Soul stage, they were utterly powerless to resist the destructive pressure deliberately released and superimposed by more than a dozen true half-saints!
Like an ant facing a giant whale!
The vast majority of demon lords instantly turned deathly pale, their bodies trembled violently, and muffled groans or screams mixed with mouthfuls of demon blood gushing out uncontrollably!
It was as if I had been crushed by an invisible, massive ocean liner!
Those destructive attacks and overwhelming demonic power that had accumulated to their peak and were about to erupt were like sparks that were cruelly extinguished by an invisible giant hand—
In an instant, they were forcibly intimidated, frozen, and suppressed in place!
Can't move!
They could only stare at the figure on the high platform with utter horror, resentment, and humiliation!
The figure seated on the throne of the abyss remained as steadfast as a rock.
A fair, slender hand with distinct knuckles—
He simply tilted his head back casually, making a light, indifferent gesture.
Like brushing away a tiny speck of dust.
next moment.
Those dozen or so half-saint clan elders who had just unleashed their earth-shattering power were instantly silenced by Shark Minghong's casual wave of his hand...
No hesitation!
There was absolutely no resistance!
As if they had trained a thousand times, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and their eyes instantly lost all their ferocity, like a lone wolf lowering its gaze in submission.
The terrifying pressure emanating from them, which had made the entire main hall and hundreds of demon lords feel as if they were trapped in a deep abyss, vanished instantly, leaving no trace!
Not even a trace of residual energy escaped!
then!
They moved in unison, quietly, yet with an undeniable sense of submission, taking a step back in unison!
They returned to the "queue" below the throne, standing with their hands at their sides.
Silence returned, like an ancient reef.
...(End of this chapter)