Chapter 5081 5081: How Lively

Dressed in dazzling crimson, the peerlessly beautiful Feng Jiu arrived at the coast. Upon witnessing the chaotic battle raging upon the sea, her eyes turned cold. A powerful aura radiated from her body, The overwhelming pressure surged outward, swiftly spreading toward the horizon, nearly enveloping the entire expanse of sky and earth. A soft, measured voice, tinged with icy coldness and a bloodthirsty aura, echoed out at that moment.

"How lively!"

The voice was unhurried, yet it carried a terrifying weight and icy chill. Though merely a soft utterance, it struck the ears of the crowd like thunderclaps. Shock and disbelief flashed across the faces of the gathered rulers.

The instant they heard that voice, every monarch—even the cultivators—felt an icy chill surge from their soles, piercing straight to their hearts.

Whether from sheer shock, utter dread, overwhelming fear, or the overwhelming pressure permeating the air, every combatant in the chaotic fray froze in place.

One by one, they halted. The sea, which had been filled with the constant clamor of screams, the clang of clashing weapons, and the relentless beat of war drums, now fell silent. Only the rhythmic lapping of waves against the shore echoed through the air.

Every figure remained frozen in their original combat stances, their heads stiffly turning toward the source of the voice. As they looked, their eyes suddenly narrowed in shock.

By the shore, a dazzling crimson figure strode toward the sea. As she advanced, her form soared into the air. Her brilliant red robe billowed in the sea breeze, her jet-black hair flying wildly. Her peerlessly exquisite beauty grew ever clearer to all who saw her!

Feng Jiu! How... how is this possible!

The monarchs' hearts lurched violently. To them, this peerlessly beautiful woman in crimson now resembled the grim reaper and demoness come to claim their lives. Terror drained their faces, robbing them even of the courage to flee.

"Seems I've arrived just in time." Feng Jiu, gliding across the sea surface along with the breeze, as her voice reverberated.

In stark contrast to the monarchs' and cultivators' terror, Luo Yu and his companions felt only joy and excitement at her sight.

Seeing that familiar dazzling crimson robe, that familiar exquisite beauty, and recognizing the expression on her face and the sound of her voice, their hearts surged with indescribable emotion.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

Each cry of "Master" rang out with unmistakable excitement and joy. Almost the moment the words left their lips, they rushed toward that crimson figure. Even suspended mid-air above the sea, they bowed reverently and fervently.

"We humbly welcome your return, Master!"

The words rang out in unison, strong and resonant, filled with excitement and joy, echoing through the air above the sea.

Feng Jiu stood poised upon the breeze, one hand resting on her abdomen, the other clasped behind her back. She stood silently in the void, yet the formidable pressure and commanding aura radiating from her were so overwhelming that it compelled submission and made direct gaze impossible.

Her crimson robes and jet-black hair fluttered in the wind. Her gaze fell upon Luo Yu and the others kneeling before her, swords clasped in their hands as they saluted with fists pressed together. Her clear, serene eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the splotches of blood staining their bodies.

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