In an instant, Zora’s gaze turned icy, sharp as a blade as it pierced straight into Fiona.
"From beginning to end," she said coldly, "you contributed nothing to this fight. What right do you have to claim the demon crystal?"
Her voice did not stop there, each word striking harder than the last.
"And even if we set that aside, so many experts here took part in killing the Abyssal Crocodile. On what basis do you claim it belongs solely to the House Ravens?"
Fiona’s face darkened to a livid blue. Even now, this woman dared speak to her with such arrogance.
"I said it belongs to the House Ravens, so it does," Fiona snapped, her tone turning shalessly domineering. "I don’t care what you say!"
She had clearly made up her mind to act like a rogue, determined to seize the demon crystal regardless of reason or logic.
Seeing Fiona pushed to this shaless extre, even the surrounding spirit warriors showed helpless expressions.
Everyone knew Fiona’s temper was fiery, but this level of unreasonable stubbornness was rare. After being slapped in the face again and again by Zora, she had clearly lost all sense, clinging desperately to this matter.
"If I say this demon crystal is mine," Zora said coldly, "then it is mine."
Her voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling intent that made hearts tighten. A deadly pressure seeped out from her every word.
She had never cared to argue with Fiona. To Zora, soone who provoked trouble everywhere was nothing but an endless nuisance.
She had never gone looking for trouble. Yet Fiona had challenged her again and again, and now even acted like a rogue in public. No matter how good-tempered she was, there were limits.
At Zora’s words, Fiona instinctively stiffened.
When she t those eyes, her heart trembled.
They were cold, pitch-black, and brimming with killing intent. Although Fiona knew, rationally, that Zora’s cultivation was lower than hers, standing before that gaze made a chill crawl up her spine.
Blood from the Abyssal Crocodile still stained Zora’s face and clothes, adding a fierce, ruthless edge to her already striking beauty. The killing aura around her felt real enough to suffocate.
She stared straight at Fiona, sharp and unyielding, like a hawk locking onto its prey. There was nowhere to hide.
Sigmund and the others wore strange expressions. Logically speaking, Fiona should have been the stronger one. Yet the situation had completely reversed.
With just a single sentence, Zora had rendered Fiona speechless.
It was unsettling.
Sebastian and Miel exchanged glances, both struggling to hide their shock.
"The pressure this girl gives off is terrifying," Miel muttered. "Where did she co from? Even a general’s daughter shouldn’t have such presence."
Sebastian slowly shook his head. The more he saw, the more unfathomable Zora beca.
"I’ll give you three seconds," Zora said calmly. "Hand over the demon crystal... or face the consequences."
When she spoke the last four words, their weight pressed heavily onto everyone present.
She had no interest in wasting ti on petty disputes. Since Fiona insisted on stirring up trouble, she would teach her a lesson she would never forget.
Yes, the gap between the Sky Realm and the Red Realm, which was beyond even the Heaven realm was vast. But Zora had never relied solely on cultivation to deal with enemies.
Fiona stood frozen.
She could not understand why Zora’s presence alone made it so hard for her to breathe, let alone speak back.
Beside them, Prince Kael watched with a faint, dangerous smile, admiration gleaming in his deep eyes.
It seed his worry had been unnecessary.
His woman had never been soone to be bullied.
"Three."
Zora raised three fingers, her expression icy and indifferent.
"Two."
One finger folded down. Her tone remained calm, as though she were rely counting ti.
Yet the tension in the air tightened to the breaking point.
Reesa stared at Zora with shining eyes, almost worshipful.
The arrogant Fiona, who had dominated the scene earlier, was now completely suppressed by Zora’s presence alone.
"Zora is just too unstoppable!"
Reesa could barely hide the excitent on her face. She had long been fed up with Fiona’s arrogant behavior, and seeing Zora act so decisively and domineeringly made her heart feel utterly refreshed.
"What’s wrong with Fiona?" Baldwin frowned in confusion. "Why is she just standing there without saying a word? It’s like her soul’s been scared out of her."
"You’re not a spirit warrior, so you can’t feel it," Alaric Von Seraph said in a low, heavy voice. "Zora’s montum is too strong. She’s completely locking it onto Fiona. The pressure she’s under right now is terrifying."
At this mont, Alaric Von Seraph felt nothing but admiration.
He had already found Zora’s dical skills unbelievable before. Now, seeing this scene, he realized her background might be far more extraordinary than he had imagined.
"How can her montum be this powerful?" Sigmund muttered, his expression turning solemn.
If earlier he had rely admired Zora’s beauty, now he was forced to truly acknowledge her.
That kind of oppressive presence was sothing even he couldn’t produce.
In his mory, only the heads of great families possessed such terrifying montum. Even without speaking, their presence alone made others feel imnse pressure.
For a young person to have such an aura was simply abnormal.
Zephrin, Elowen, and even Guinvere all fell silent. If they had not truly taken Zora seriously before, they had no choice but to do so now.
"One."
As the final number fell, Fiona felt as though her entire body had been released from an invisible grip.
If she hadn’t been desperately reminding herself not to give in, she might have agreed under that crushing pressure.
Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle.
That would have ant bowing her head to Zora in front of everyone, sothing she could never accept.
"Even if I don’t give you the demon crystal, what can you do to ?" Fiona forced herself to speak, her voice sharp with stubborn defiance.
She could no longer treat Zora as soone insignificant. Reality had already slapped her in the face.
"Not much," Zora replied calmly.
Her red lips slowly curved into a srizing smile, like a mandala flower blooming, beautiful yet deadly, carrying an indescribable chill.
"If you don’t give it to now, be careful. You might co begging later."
With that, Zora didn’t spare Fiona another glance. She turned and walked back toward her companions.
No one noticed that, in that brief mont, Zora had already casually scattered a fine powder onto Fiona’s body.
As a true physician, her thods of poisoning were just as refined as her healing. Often, by the ti soone realized sothing was wrong, it was already too late.
Watching Zora retreat after all that thunderous pressure left everyone unsettled.
Was it really over just like that?
"I’ll beg you?" Fiona sneered coldly. "In your dreams!"
"This woman is seriously asking for it," Black said angrily, waving his little fists. "Every year, there are all kinds of idiots, but this one is especially annoying!"
"Relax," White said with a smug little grin. "With the master’s personality, do you really think Fiona will get off easy?"
After spending so long with Zora, it knew her all too well.
Has there ever been a person Zora hadn’t punished after facing injustice?
This matter... was far from over.
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