Chapter 120: The Aura of the First Flower Lord

“What did you say? We know nothing.”

The Taoist Huang Ha stepped back, wary and filled with a flicker of doubt.

Danya’s gaze was cold. With a slender, pale wrist, she pointed, and two streams of faint blue icy light suddenly shot forth, striking directly at the brows of Huang Ha and Huo Zhuo.

Ripples of shimmering light spread out.

At the same moment, golden characters appeared on both men’s foreheads—a dazzling word meaning “Assassin.” It radiated an ancient, mysterious power, worn and solemn. The brilliance lasted but a moment before quickly dimming.

Cold sweat broke out on Huo Zhuo and Huang Ha’s faces.

When this mysterious woman made her move, neither of them could resist in the slightest. The gap in cultivation between them was like an abyss separating heaven and earth.

This… was terrifying!

In the distance, Feng Shang’s pupils contracted sharply. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly realized, “Is she the Celestial Saint?”

“I have a vague notion of who she is.”

Qing’er’s bright eyes sparkled as she gazed at the graceful figure faintly visible within the white mist. A strange light flickered in her gaze, and she glanced over at Lao Yuan.

Lao Yuan gave a bitter smile.

The sect leader had sealed his mouth and restrained his body; even if he wished to speak, he could not.

“What are you scheming in the Thousand Domains? Your shadow is in the Hanchen Realm, the Star Sea, and now the Thousand Domains again… spreading everywhere. If you behaved honestly, it would be one thing, but your covert machinations never cease.”

Danya’s voice grew colder, laced with weariness and disdain.

She stepped down from the Divine Flower Platform. Her snow-white, slender feet appeared naturally, the delicate curves stunning to behold. The white mist floated about, the starlight shimmering, making her skin appear even more pure and radiant.

Only her long legs were fully visible; her upper body remained shrouded in the mist, indistinct.

“We were… waiting for you…” Huang Ha shivered, unease spreading in his heart, his pulse racing wildly. This mysterious girl seemed to be a saint!

“Not speaking? Really unwilling to talk?”

Danya’s voice was chilling, as if patience had run dry. Raising a finger, an endless icy tide surged forth in an instant—a vast shadow blotting out the sky, cold and desolate, fiercely spreading a chill over their souls.

Boom!

A layer of extreme cold crystalized across billions of miles of space-time!

Before Huang Ha and Huo Zhuo could react, they turned into two ice sculptures!

Their divine aura seemed to be sealed as well.

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Xia Tong and Gu Chu both paled. The former quickly retreated to the edge of space-time with a tiptoe; the latter concentrated deeply, clutching his decayed wooden sword.

Lao Yuan, watching this scene, wiped the sweat from his brow. The sect leader Danya’s strikes were as ruthless as ever.

In no time, Danya floated to the ice sculptures.

Seeing Domain Lord Gu Chu nearby, Danya’s eyes flicked coldly. She said lightly, “What, still not leaving? Could it be you have some connection with these two little assassins?”

“Shh!”

Gu Chu remained silent. The sword tip cut through the void as he turned and vanished inside, abandoning his companions and fleeing swiftly.

Danya’s lips curved upward. She did not stop him. Gu Chu’s betrayal suited her perfectly—this was a slap in the face to the Star Sea Holy Mansion. When word spread, many would surely mock him.

“So powerful, scaring off a domain lord outright.”

“Terrifying!”

Qingtian, the Calamity God, was filled with awe. No words were needed—this must be a transcendent presence that shook past and present, a living legend like the Nine Saints of the Star Sea.

“So amazing, and she doesn’t seem much older than me?”

Little Huang’s large eyes sparkled with admiration and longing, gazing at the mysterious girl who seemed to command the world. She wished that when she grew up, she could embody such grace and stature.

Xia frowned, observing for a moment. She glanced at Feng Shang and his group, then at the two ice sculptures. Understanding that today’s plans were utterly ruined, she chose not to hesitate further and pierced through the space-time to leave.

“Stop.”

The light voice halted Xia in her tracks.

Danya’s coldness faded. She seemed to show favor toward Xia, smiling softly as she said, “I find you quite interesting. Stay for now. After I deal with these two little assassins, I’ll come to question you.”

Xia’s expression tightened. Hearing this, she was even more determined, with no intention of staying. With a wave of her Moon Execution blade, divine radiance bloomed, forming a passage connected to a distant point millions of light-years away.

“I told you to stay. Why won’t you listen?”

Danya’s lips curved into a crescent line. Seeing Xia attempt to escape, she did not rush.

After Xia disappeared from sight, Danya leisurely extended a finger toward the void. In an instant, the aura of cosmic law spread, countless strands of sacred power penetrating layer upon layer of distant space-time.

This was a divine, intricate technique. Even a vast star region would be thoroughly searched within moments.

Sure enough, Xia was soon detected. Her snow-white robes fluttered, sensing Danya’s aura, she looked back, radiating seven-colored light.

On the sword hilt, a crescent mark glowed, releasing two spectral flower petals.

A fragrant scent filled the air, refreshing and pure. The delicate petals dissolved like bubbles as a substitute. Sacred power was severed, and the image vanished.

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“Ah! This seems to be… the aura of the First Flower Lord.”

Danya’s faint smile froze instantly, a look of disbelief flashing across her eyes. After a moment’s thought, she surprisingly abandoned the pursuit of Xia.

Crack—

At that moment, the ice sculptures began to crackle and break apart. The powerful luminous divine power overflowed, breaking through the fractures in the ice.

Cold…

Utterly cold.

Huang Ha and Huo Zhuo’s faces turned blue-purple, their bodies coated with ice fragments, shivering uncontrollably.

As divine lords, they should have been unfazed by any cold. Yet this extreme chill was terrifying, directly attacking their souls, nearly fracturing their very essence.

“Alright, you’ve seen my methods. Killing you is like crushing little chicks. I’ll ask, and you’ll answer. If you dare to deceive me… you know what will happen.”

Danya parted her red lips lazily.

Huang Ha shuddered sharply, fear rising uncontrollably. Huo Zhuo’s face was equally grim. How unfortunate to fall into the hands of the Celestial Saint.

“First question: Why are you in the Ancient Domain?” Danya asked leisurely.

“Gulp!”

Huang Ha swallowed nervously. His usual defiant demeanor vanished; he dared not feign ignorance. Trembling, he said, “Because we were assigned to this domain.”

“Explain clearly! What do you mean by assigned to this domain?!” Danya’s voice rose sharply, ice-cold as she scolded.

“It’s… because there are many assassins. Some are placed in the Hanchen Realm, some in the Star Sea, and others right here in the Thousand Domains.”

Huang Ha’s lips turned pale. He glanced fearfully at Danya, afraid she might freeze him again.

“Hmm?”

Danya frowned. Many assassins?

“How deeply has your influence penetrated the Thousand Domains? How many divine lords like you are there? And what is your purpose?”

“Many domains. I don’t know the exact number. Only those above ninth rank assassins know. As for someone of my level, just those I’ve seen number no less than dozens.”