Chapter 2268: Do You Have More of This Trash?
The aura of a half-step Supre was so oppressive that everyone couldn’t lift their heads, let alone speak.
Yu Chihbi and the two Grand Elders were Holy Venerables, so their situation was slightly better. However, those at the Other Shore realm were not as fortunate, standing there like wooden statues.
Yu Chihbi hadn’t expected that this young and beautiful woman was actually a half-step Supre.
Lin Moyu had such a terrifying elder sister. According to their intelligence, Lin Moyu already had extraordinary combat power, capable of fighting above his level.
They hadn’t expected that he had an even more terrifying elder sister.
In this era, a half-step Supre was top-tier combat power, the foundation of any race.
Previously, they had wondered how the Human Race managed to deal with the Demon Lord and the Eagle Emperor, given that after the departure of Old Star, the Human Race only had Holy Venerable-level combat power.
Now they finally understood that the Human Race had a half-step Supre, one who could act freely.
"Although you are a half-step Supre, our Fish Race is not to be trifled with," Yu Chihbi said, struggling under the pressure of the half-step Supre’s aura. He held a scroll in his hand, identical to the one given to the Human Race.
The scroll was from ancient tis. Once activated, it could unleash an attack equivalent to that of a Supre.
A half-step Supre, though powerful, couldn’t withstand a Supre’s attack.
Seeing the scroll in Yu Chihbi’s hand, Lin Moyu secretly smiled, "As expected, there is more than one."
It seed that the Fish Race had several such scrolls. The one given to the Human Race was both a gesture of goodwill and a ssage that they had Supre-level trump cards, warning the Human Race not to push them too far.
Lin Moyu looked at his elder sister, "It’s a pity you don’t know what you’re up against."
When Lin Mohan saw the scroll, she couldn’t help but laugh coldly, "Is that it?"
With a flick of her finger, a sharp sword aura slashed towards Yu Chihbi.
Lin Mohan acted without hesitation.
Yu Chihbi hadn’t expected Lin Mohan to suddenly attack. The two were already close, and the sword strike ca quickly and fiercely.
Facing the attack of a half-step Supre, he instinctively retreated, activating the scroll in his hand while shouting, "Retreat!"
All the elders of the Fish Race retreated collectively. If this battle truly started, they would have no part in it.
The scroll activated, emitting a radiant glow that quickly transford into a blazing fla.
The sword light was swallowed by the fla, leaving nothing behind.
The sword strike seed fierce but wasn’t actually powerful.
Yu Chihbi realized he had been tricked; he could have blocked the sword strike himself.
At this mont, an even more terrifying aura erupted in the starry sky, the true aura of a Supre.
Everyone felt their bodies grow heavy, finding it difficult to move. Facing a Supre, they felt as insignificant as ants, completely powerless.
The flas surged, forming a giant fla figure. The fla giant raised its massive hand and struck towards Lin Mohan.
The starry sky shattered under the attack, with both Lin Mohan and Lin Moyu within its range.
Yu Chihbi suddenly realized that if Lin Moyu and Lin Mohan died here, their enmity with the Human Race would be irreconcilable, a fight to the death.
This wasn’t what he wanted. No matter how powerful the Fish Race was, they couldn’t match the Human Race.
He regretted his hasty activation of the scroll, but it was too late for regrets.
"I hope they can withstand it. After all, they are half-step Supres!"
Yu Chihbi could only pray in his heart.
At this mont, a delicate shout rang in his ears, followed by a terrifying burst of sword aura.
He saw a gray giant sword appear behind Lin Mohan, with a purple line running through the blade.
"Her rule world is a sword!"
Yu Chihbi was stunned, then his eyes widened as he saw Lin Mohan grasp her rule world in her hand.
The sword aura swept across the starry sky, causing all the elders of the Fish Race to spit blood and retreat in horror.
Their bodies and souls were swept by the invisible sword aura, suffering minor injuries.
She hadn’t even attacked yet, just holding the sword was terrifying enough.
Yu Chihbi’s heart sank, "She is not an ordinary half-step Supre."
In the next second, the sword light illuminated the starry sky, shattering the fla giant’s massive hand and tearing the giant itself to pieces.
The fla giant exploded into fragnts under the sword light, with flas scattered and burning throughout the starry sky.
The scroll shattered into pieces with a bang.
A Supre’s attack was shattered by Lin Mohan’s single sword strike.
Everyone watched in horror, unable to speak for a long ti.
Yu Chihbi swallowed hard, "She is indeed not an ordinary half-step Supre. Like Lin Moyu, she can fight above her level."
"No, it’s not just fighting above her level; it’s fighting across realms."
"Clearly a half-step Supre, yet possessing Supre combat power. This woman is even more terrifying than Lin Moyu."
Lin Mohan, holding the World-Destroying Sword, swept her sharp gaze across the scene. Her gaze was like a sword, and no one dared to et her eyes.
Finally, Lin Mohan looked at Yu Chihbi, "Do you have more of this trash? Bring them all out, and I’ll cut them all!"
Yu Chihbi’s expression was complicated. He did have more scrolls, but he wasn’t foolish enough to bring them all out for Lin Mohan to destroy.
The scrolls were their trump cards. Using one ant one less, and they couldn’t be wasted casually.
Lin Mohan said, "Why aren’t you speaking? Are you all mute?"
At this mont, she held the World-Destroying Sword, like a goddess of war, dominating the scene.
Yu Chihbi didn’t know what to say. If he said the wrong thing and angered this goddess of war, she might strike him down with her sword. Even though he mastered spatial laws, he wasn’t confident he could withstand Lin Mohan’s sword.
With Lin Moyu, who also mastered spatial laws, beside her, if Lin Moyu locked the space, his spatial laws would be rendered ineffective.
If a fight broke out, they might all be wiped out.
Lin Moyu coughed lightly, "Clan Leader Chihbi, perhaps you should reconsider your promise."
Yu Chihbi’s eyes were complicated. He was genuinely considering it.
He had no choice. If he didn’t consider it, they might all die here today.
He realized that Lin Moyu and his sister weren’t here to negotiate; they were here to inform.
If he agreed, everything would be fine.
If he didn’t agree, they would fight until he did.
Faced with Lin Mohan’s toughness, Yu Chihbi was truly conflicted.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Give us so ti; we need to discuss this."
Lin Moyu smiled slightly, "Of course."
Yu Chihbi imdiately gathered the elders to discuss.
Lin Moyu watched from a distance, smiling, not in a hurry at all.
He wasn’t worried about Yu Chihbi and the others running away. Where could they run to?
Unless Yu Chihbi abandoned the Fish Race and went to be a lone commander.
Faced with the rules of the clan and the survival of their people, Yu Chihbi would likely make a smart decision.
After a while, Yu Chihbi and the others finally reached a conclusion.
Yu Chihbi’s eyes were complex, filled with reluctance and humiliation, but also helplessness.
He suppressed his voice, "Qingrou is a princess of our clan, with a noble status. If you want to marry her, in terms of etiquette..."
Before he finished speaking, a sword light flew from Lin Mohan’s hand.
Yu Chihbi was startled, thinking Lin Mohan was attacking again.
The sword light stopped in front of Yu Chihbi, transforming into a sword.
The sword emitted spatial aura, with ripples constantly spreading around it.
It was a sword containing spatial laws.
Lin Mohan’s cold voice rang out, "This sword is the betrothal gift!"
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