Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 834

Chapter 834: When Someone Stands Up To You, You Find It Unpleasant?
“Get rid of her first; sharing the same air with this woman suffocates my heart,” one of the women in the group declared, her icy composure momentarily thawed at the mention of the prince. “We need to finish our task swiftly and deliver the items to our lord—there’s no reason to risk angering him.”

Shenlian Yingyue’s eyes flared with outrage. It wasn’t merely the slights directed at her that stung; it was their complete disregard for her master’s significance, treating his life as though it were merely a commodity to be carted off.

What made her blood boil was the undeniable connection they shared—her striking white hair and the hue of her eyes mirrored in theirs, a testament to their shared bloodline.

Around her, Shenlian Yinzhu and Shenlian Sheshan joined forces with a group of allies, confronting the twenty figures poised to attack. The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily, stifling the breath of even the mightiest among them.

As before, their cloaks billowed like shadows, masks concealing their true forms. Thus, the disdain and murderous intent masked on Shenlian Yinzhu’s and Shenlian Sheshan’s faces went unseen.

Shenlian Yinzhu remained detached. To him, his true family was limited to his father, sister, and uncle, and the others were mere strangers, their faces lost to memory.

In stark contrast, Shenlian Sheshan felt rage boiling within him. Having spent an indeterminate time in the secret realm of Congzhu, he was unprepared for the shamelessness exhibited by the younger generation of his clan, a group that displayed such viciousness at such a young age.

These individuals were not the youngest members of the clan; their ages spanned from twenty-two to fifty—still considered youth in the Upper Worlds, yet they possessed an unusual level of maturity beyond their years.

Each possessed cultivation levels that surpassed the Golden Immortal stage, granting them an extended lifespan and an ageless appearance, embodied in their heroic visages. They had established their foundations at a young age, yet here they stood, ungratefully challenging their kin.

The twenty faces twisted in collective discomfort as they unearthed a troubling realization: they had underestimated the origins of this unexpected faction. Who among the ordinary dared to breach the Demon Realm so carelessly? They exchanged secret messages, scrutinizing Jun Mu Yang and the reactions of their assorted companions.

“Disciple, what brings you here?” Xiong Zi Ying’s pupils narrowed as he instinctively averted his gaze, unwilling to meet the disgust he anticipated in her eyes. His current state resembled a grotesque fusion of human and beast, not the revered Great Ancestor of the Divine Kunlun Sect he once was.

“Master, save your questions,” she urged, pressing a healing pill—which she had painstakingly crafted—into his mouth, refusing to allow him the dignity of refusal.

“Are you deaf? Don’t assume your mysterious act will frighten us off. Mind your business; we have no intention of alerting the Demon Emperor to the fact that you humans dare to trespass here,” one of them threatened loudly, reopening the drama of threats.

“It seems your Shenlian Clan is rather fond of intimidation tactics. Why not inform the Demon Emperor and let’s see who he takes down first: a group of unknowns wreaking havoc in his territory, or me, a ‘weak’ woman posing no threat to him?” she replied, the smile on her lips cool and unfriendly, mirroring the wicked delight she had observed on Xiao Li’s face during his darker confrontations.

The members of the Shenlian clan stood in shock, disbelief etched on their faces. Here was a woman they deemed weak, yet she dared to confront them with such audacity? When had they ever experienced such insolence?

“What? You’re accustomed to instilling fear in others, and now that someone stands up to you, you find it unpleasant?” She continued to speak, commanding the space with an undeniable authority as she unleashed her pressure upon them.

Despite her apparent weakness, her intimidation weighed on them like an insurmountable burden. Perhaps it was her bloodline that granted her this edge, making her stand out among them.

The twenty individuals who had been so presumptuous moments ago found themselves drenched in sweat. Who was this woman? Why was her presence so suffocating, so terrifying? They were far stronger than she was!

It felt as if she belonged to a different realm, looking down on them as if they were mere insects, nothing more than trifles beneath her. Their arrogance had always stemmed from their perceived superiority, but now, in her presence, they felt stripped of all dignity, even without a single blow exchanged.

Xiong Zi Ying and her companions exchanged knowing glances, their admiration for her growing. Shenlian Yingyue’s power radiated from her; just a few words accompanied by her overwhelming presence nearly forced their adversaries into submission.

“Enough of your nonsense! If you think you’re so powerful, then come and fight me! Don’t hide behind your words!” one of them shouted, irritation mixed with fear, as the rest echoed taunts, trying to mask their trepidation.

“Is it truly enough for mere words to unnerve you? Surely a group this weak can withstand more than that?” Shenlian Yingyue replied, feigning doubt.

“Dammit! I’ll take you down!” one of the challengers charged toward her, unable to contain his rage.

Seeing someone eager for a battle, Shenlian Yingyue suppressed her anger and met his charge with a forceful counterattack, showing no mercy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her strikes landed with relentless precision, as if she were a machine designed solely for combat. Her energy never faltered in the face of the fray.

Though her opponent was stronger, a peak-stage Golden Immortal like him, she was at a serious disadvantage. Initially, the man felt a surge of confidence with a few hits landing, but as their fight progressed, a deep sense of dread enveloped him.

How could she endure without fatigue? How immense was her inner strength? Why wasn’t she affected by the injuries she sustained? Why, with each moment, was her speed increasing? How could he allow himself to be outmatched by a woman whom he believed to be weak?

His mind raced with questions about her extraordinary martial arts and spells. Each technique she employed seemed far beyond the realm of ordinary capability. What force was she hiding?

The other nineteen stared in silent awe, paralyzed by the display unfolding before them. They had entered this mission with the intention of completing it swiftly, but Xiong Zi Ying, Shenlian Yinzhu, Zhiyi, Jun Mu Yang, and Xie Xie were resolute in not permitting any interference in her fight.

“You’re all monsters!” they accused Shenlian Yingyue, looking at her companions as if they were demonic fiends. How could someone be so ruthless?

But the expressions of Shenlian Yingyue, her allies, and Xiong Zi Ying remained stoic. They felt no pity for their attackers, for they knew that if they were powerless in this moment, they too would suffer the same torment.