In the Celestial Summit Hall, Li Yao sat regally upon her throne, her penetrating gaze fixed on the two sect masters standing before her. The atmosphere was thick with tension as her chilling aura filled the chamber, making even these powerful cultivators uncomfortable.
Yan Xuelian shifted her weight slightly, her mind racing. Had the young sect master somehow uncovered their ulterior motives? She forced her features into a pleasant expression, though anxiety coursed through her veins.
"Sect Master Li, I was late to greet you. I apologize," she offered with grace, bowing her head respectfully.
Li Yao remained silent, her unwavering stare boring into Yan Xuelian like a physical weight. The prolonged silence stretched painfully, making each heartbeat seem louder and louder. Just when Yan Xuelian thought she might crack under the pressure, Li Yao’s attention shifted to Zhao Tiangang. freew\ebno\vel..(c)om
A small sigh of relief escaped Yan Xuelian’s lips as those piercing eyes moved away from her. How could someone so young project such overwhelming presence? Li Yao wasn’t even exerting her spiritual power—just the natural authority radiating from her made them feel like mere subjects before an emperor.
Feeling the full weight of Li Yao’s attention, Zhao Tiangang hastily bowed his massive frame. "I’m also late to greeting the Sect Master. I hope the Sect Master doesn’t find this offensive," he rumbled, his typically confident voice now tinged with uncertainty.
Li Yao maintained her silence, her expression unreadable. Zhao Tiangang glanced sideways at Yan Xuelian, seeking guidance. As a man who had fought his way to his position, these diplomatic tensions were unfamiliar territory.
Yan Xuelian deliberately ignored his silent plea for help, not wanting to associate herself with whatever blunders this muscle-headed oaf might have committed. She hadn’t displayed any clear hostility herself, but who knew what tactless actions he might have taken?
"Isn’t this enough?" Li Yao asked internally, her impatience growing.
[No, you need to know how to set the mood. Just give it a few minutes,] the Empress advised from within her spiritual sea.
Though Li Yao didn’t fully understand the Empress’s strategy, the results were undeniable. With each passing moment of silence, the two sect masters grew visibly more uncomfortable, fidgeting and exchanging nervous glances.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Li Yao broke the suffocating silence. "I’m really disappointed in the two of you," she declared.
As she spoke, she released a wave of spiritual pressure, her aura crashing down upon the two sect masters like a mountain. The overwhelming force drove them to their knees, their bodies unable to resist the immense pressure.
Relief flickered through Yan Xuelian despite her humiliating position. At least Li Yao had finally spoken—though why she seemed so irritated remained a mystery.
"Sect Master, isn’t this going a little overboard? We are all..." Yan Xuelian began, trying to salvage the situation.
Li Yao’s glare silenced her instantly. When their eyes met, Yan Xuelian instinctively looked down, a primal fear overriding her pride. What was this sensation? Even though the power difference was huge, it shouldn’t be to that extent right? Why was she so terrified? It felt like facing a natural predator. Her Frost Heart Technique, though incomplete, shouldn’t have broken this easily.
"Overboard?" Li Yao echoed, her voice dangerously soft. "You want to take advantage of my Azure Cloud Sect and you call this overboard?"
"But we haven’t even done it yet," Zhao Tiangang blurted out.
Yan Xuelian shot him a horrified look. How could anyone be this stupid? What did he mean by "yet"? This muscle-brained fool was going to doom them both.
To their surprise, Li Yao’s aura lightened slightly. "That’s a good point," she acknowledged, reclining back in her chair.
Their expressions brightened momentarily, hope flickering that they might survive this encounter after all. But Li Yao’s next words shattered that fragile optimism completely.
"That’s why I’m just going to destroy both your sects," she stated with casual indifference, as if discussing nothing more significant than the weather.
The blood drained from both sect masters’ faces as the words registered.
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In the tense silence of the Celestial Summit Hall, Yan Xuelian’s voice cut through the air, desperation evident in her normally controlled tone.
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