Chapter 121: The Most Enchanting Female Saint in the World

"You have seen dozens of them?"

Amidst the swirling, ethereal white mist, rich with spiritual energy and flowing silently through the starry void, a slender hand gestured. A divine floral lotus platform flew from afar, and as one of its petals unfurled, a cold, clear voice emerged.

"I suspect there are more than that, aren't there?"

Huang Ha nodded sheepishly.

"And your objective?"

"We linger in the Thousand Domains, living quite freely on a daily basis. We only learn of our tasks when they are issued from above. It is all very mysterious," Huang Ha replied cautiously.

"Do you dare to prevaricate?"

Suddenly, Tan Ya’s temper flared. Two beams of divine radiance shot from her eyes, piercing the void as if to refine the stars themselves. Clearly, she did not believe him for a moment and was convinced he was hiding something.

Who would believe that a dignified Divine Lord of the cultivation realm, lurking in the Thousand Domains, would not even know what he was doing?

"I dare not deceive you; I truly do not know," Huang Ha stammered, his forehead slick with cold sweat.

"Still refusing to speak the truth?"

Tan Ya spoke coldly. She gently extended a finger, and a wisp of ghostly blue icy light swirled around its tip like a flame. It drifted slowly, as if it could freeze a billion miles of space and time in the next instant.

She pointed her fingertip toward Huang Ha’s forehead.

"I am hiding nothing!"

Terrified, Huang Ha dropped to his knees. Staring in horror at the finger wreathed in ethereal icy light, his soul trembling, he blurted out, "Take the time in the Star Sea, for instance—the robbery of the Supreme True Crystal. We were only notified three days in advance."

"Oh?" Tan Ya’s beautiful eyes flashed.

The robbery of the Supreme True Crystal had occurred six months ago. It was the most sensational event to rock the starry firmament recently, and it was from that moment on that the Slaughter Alliance first entered the public eye.

"Continue," Tan Ya commanded.

"My lady, we possess a divine occult technique that allows us to communicate with our superiors. If I may, I can show you my higher-ups. Please, allow me to perform it." His bloated face twitched, his body hunched and shivering.

Huo Zhuo’s expression changed upon hearing this.

He knew this technique existed, but for Huang Ha to betray the Slaughter Alliance and leak information like this—even if he escaped this woman’s hand, could he truly hope to survive?

Tan Ya’s lips curled slightly. Her bright, clear eyes seemed to pierce through the thoughts of both men. "Superiors? That means Ninth-Order God-Slayers or higher, then. Go ahead and communicate; I shall wait right here."

"Yes."

Huang Ha was overjoyed internally, though he dared not show it on the surface.

He brought two fingers together in a sword-like gesture. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly slashed his own brow. A wisp of blood flowed out, and golden light spilled forth.

In an instant, an ancient and mysterious character for "Slaughter" took shape. Unlike before, it did not dissipate quickly. Instead, a priest-like chant began to sound—mysterious and obscure.

A flash of imperceptible cunning and excitement flickered in Huang Ha’s murky eyes. At that very moment, the Divine Revolutions within his body erupted. Power roared and echoed, and his aura surged violently.

"Hmm?"

Tan Ya’s expression changed. At first, she had assumed this was merely the "communication" he spoke of and paid it little mind, but as the power of his Divine Revolutions spiked, she realized something was amiss.

Huang Ha shed all pretense of humility, his face twisted with malice.

Within his body, three Divine Revolutions were burning frantically, resonating with the golden "Slaughter" character. The light expanded, rushing up into the starry firmament to form a golden, eternal vortex.

"You dare play petty tricks in front of me?"

Tan Ya’s pupils constricted. She whipped her slender hand through the air.

This strike was no trivial matter; it instantly caused the space for several light-years around to warp. In the distance, even the stable, immovable Dark Pluto Star of Time and Space swayed violently!

*Slap!*

The radiant, massive hand struck Huang Ha’s body with ruthless force.

Huang Ha blocked with his arms, shielding himself with his Greenfall Divine Bamboo. However, the slap of a Sage was too terrifying; the divine patterns within it were brilliant, tearing the void apart.

The Greenfall Divine Bamboo bent, and with a crisp cracking sound, numerous fine fissures appeared on its surface.

*Puff!*

Huang Ha spat blood. His arms were nearly shattered, and his waist was crushed and distorted. Even with the revolution light burning on his skin, he could not withstand the impact.

Divine blood rained down, each drop weighing millions of tons, crushing the firmament beneath its weight.

With a loud boom, the yellow light dispersed.

The injuries were too severe; Huang Ha was blasted back into his original form.

He was a three-legged toad the size of a star, his back covered in giant, ugly warts. On his pale underbelly, a jagged wound gaped open, with divine blood still gushing out.

At this moment, the Divine Lord’s aura had withered to its limit; he had nearly been killed by that single slap.

Huang Ha was panic-stricken. If another slap came, he might truly die here today!

Fortunately, the golden vortex in the starry expanse roared, enveloping his body and whisking him away.

"Hmph! Burning your Divine Revolutions—you’re lucky you’re fast!"

Tan Ya snorted coldly, watching the golden vortex shrink and vanish. She did not pursue.

She knew there was no point. The "Slaughter" mark on Huang Ha’s brow was the seal of a Sage of the same level. For this toad to have the heart to burn three Divine Revolutions—he had truly risked his life.

"Truly ruthless, and truly powerful!"

In the distance, Feng Shang watched, marveling.

The girl’s slap had been decisive and crisp, condensing the laws of the Sage. It represented the limit of force—slaying gods if gods appeared, slaying demons if demons appeared. It was far stronger than all those flashy divine techniques he possessed.

"As expected of a Sage."

Yin Yan’s eyes glowed with infinite longing. He desperately wanted to reach that same level one day. Yet, in the vast universe, across the accumulation of endless ages, how many such brilliant talents could ever appear?

Celestial Sages and Immortal Sages—in an era where no Universal Emperors emerged, they represented the peak combat power of the spiritual universe.

"Qing'er, you said earlier that you knew who she was?"

"Yes, she is the most temperamental female Sage in the spiritual universe. Brother Feng Shang, you must be careful later. Restrain yourself; do not provoke her," Qing'er replied, offering a warning.

"The most temperamental?"

Feng Shang pondered this for a moment and shook his head. "Qing'er, just give me her name."

"The World's Most Alluring Female Sage."

Qing'er kept him in suspense. Seeing Feng Shang’s speechless expression, she pursed her lips in a smile, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered a name.

Instantly, Feng Shang’s eyes went wide. His mind went blank, and he felt utterly stunned.

"You... you said what?!"

"Is it that strange?" Qing'er blinked her clear eyes and gestured toward Old Yuan.

Feng Shang’s mouth twitched. He barely suppressed the churning, unsettled emotions within him and said sheepishly, "Not strange, not strange at all..."

She was a Sage of the Yu Chu Sect. He had visited the holy temple of this sect before, and it was one of the few instances where he had caused massive, devastating, and truly notorious damage.

In that lotus pond—the source of the Life Spring—he had... relieved himself.

Only Feng Shang knew of this incident, along with Da Jiuxing, who had nearly died of rage at the time, and Old Scruffy, who had helped clean up the mess afterward.

He remembered that the Yu Chu Sect hadn't even had a Sage back then.

However, they possessed the Nine Great Divine Crossings, each with vast supernatural powers, and they had nearly used several heaven-defying methods to track down Feng Shang’s true form.

"Why is Brother Feng Shang’s expression so weird?"

Beside them, little Huang noticed the sweat on Feng Shang’s forehead and muttered adorably.