SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"The Zhen'e Court and its remnants don't even know who the Sword Master is, so how could they know that the hero they once revered is the mastermind behind the kingdom's current power?"

The monk calmly replied, "Moreover, even if these forces were to one day learn of the Sword Master, they would never associate him with the Guardian Envoy."

"Why not?"

A sudden burst of violent energy erupted from the woman's body, whipping up dust from the underground palace. "Damn it, talking to you is such a hassle! Speak like a human being!"

The guards along the way retreated in unison, fearing that these men might take their anger out on them at the slightest provocation.

The old man, the monk, and Xiao Li all turned pale at the same time, cursing inwardly: This crazy woman!

The old man's eyes held a hint of helplessness as he slowly explained, "You think too highly of people."

"People who have never experienced the collapse of their worldview are like nails stuck in place. They can only passively receive information from the outside world, cannot imagine things outside their knowledge, and have no ability to think independently. They believe whatever they hear."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, and added in a deep voice, "For example, if the current Sword Master were to one day become the ruler of the remnants, would you easily trust him?"

"Old man Fang, you always talk in such roundabout ways. I really want to chop you up with a knife." The woman looked up at him, her voice icy.

The old man swallowed back the words that were about to come out, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he silently walked deeper into the underground palace without saying another word.

"Xiao Li".

The woman's sudden voice made Xiao Li raise an eyebrow: "I didn't say anything just now."

"Tell me, if this Sword Master is at the initial stage of the eighth rank, how big is the gap between us and him?"

"It's hard to say."

Xiao Li added in a deep voice, "If our deduction is correct, and he is indeed the Envoy of the Nation, he possesses the ability to temporarily slow down time. He is a pseudo-time-based being, but he should not be underestimated."

Whether the deduction is correct or not, we'll know once we try it.

As soon as the woman finished speaking, all three of them felt a jolt in their hearts, and that ominous premonition resurfaced.

At the deepest part of the underground palace, the bronze gate burst open with a loud bang, and a bone-chilling coldness rushed out.

The four remained expressionless as they stepped into the hall, their gazes simultaneously fixed on the man on the throne who exuded overwhelming power.

Beneath the throne, three figures stood side by side, their auras of seventh-level high-level cultivators spreading out as if they were tangible, making the air feel stuffy.

When Zhan Qing saw the four people, his face instantly darkened, his eyes filled with suppressed anger, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Zuo Yan and You Zheng caught sight of the woman wearing the blood-red mask, their brows furrowing simultaneously. They inwardly groaned: "Could this madwoman have gone insane right under the Sword Master's nose...?"

The man on the throne raised his eyes and swept them over the four people.

Just as he was about to speak, a cold female voice pierced the deathly silence: "You are the Sword Sovereign? The one who should have died, the Guardian of the Nation, and someone who was by His Majesty's side back then?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the air suddenly froze...

Xiao Li, the monk, and the old man all twitched at the corners of their mouths: their bad premonitions had indeed come true.

The three people beneath the throne froze on the spot, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at the woman wearing the blood-red mask, as if they had seen a ghost.

"boom--"

An overwhelming pressure suddenly erupted from the Sword Master's body, sweeping towards the four like a tsunami!

The four remained calm and showed no fear whatsoever.

The Sword Master raised his eyes to look at the woman, a hint of contempt flashing in them. His voice carried a condescending pressure: "Blood King, I do know you somewhat. Today is the kingdom's last summons for you. Afterwards, you will have no further connection with the kingdom."

The woman looked up at him directly, her voice icy: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Her right hand suddenly gripped the hilt of the knife at her waist. "And stop with your arrogant attitude. You're nothing in my eyes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present tensed up – the unexpected had occurred, unsurprisingly.

The Sword Master frowned, and his aura as an eighth-tier initial cultivator exploded, causing rubble to fall from the top of the underground palace.

His deep voice carried a chilling killing intent: "Blood King, if you dare to speak disrespectfully again, I won't hesitate to let this madwoman die right now."

The other six people felt a chill run down their spines: Oh no, the keyword "crazy woman" has been triggered!

"boom--"

An extremely violent aura suddenly erupted from the woman's body, and her twin swords were instantly drawn, their blades gleaming with a scarlet blood-red light.

Her voice was icy cold: "You're asking for it!"

"Blood Slash!"

Two blood-red blade lights, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, suddenly slashed towards the Sword Master on the throne like two bolts of blood-red lightning!

This lightning-fast strike left the other six people with no time to react.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

The Sword Master sneered, and with a sudden swing of his right hand, a black longsword appeared, its blade shrouded in dense black malevolent energy, and hurtled towards the woman.

"boom--"

The aftershocks of the collision between the two forces instantly swept through the underground palace, cracking the ground with spiderweb-like patterns, and sending shards of stone flying like bullets.

But the black sword pierced through the blood-red blade light like a hot knife through butter, heading straight for the woman's face!

Just as the woman was about to unleash her power again, she felt her body inexplicably freeze!

She was startled: It really was the power of the Envoy of the Nation!

"boom--"

At the critical moment, a black arrow shot towards the black sword with a sharp whistling sound!

Immediately afterwards, a cane, wrapped in endless black lightning, slammed into the black sword that was about to reach the woman's face!

"Clang!"

The black sword was struck by both the arrow and the cane, and crashed heavily to the ground, its malevolent aura instantly dissipating.

The monk appeared before the woman at some point, his usually peaceful eyes now filled with murderous intent. His aura as a high-level seventh-rank cultivator suddenly erupted, and a faint golden light emanated from his body, as if he were coated with a golden body.

He calmly looked at the throne: "Sword Master, do you wish to wage war against the four of us?"

The next instant, the old man and Xiao Li simultaneously shielded the woman, their auras exploding outwards.

The old man slammed his cane heavily on the ground, creating a deep crater. Black lightning crackled around him as he spoke in a sinister voice: "I'd also like to try. Let's see if the four of us can shake your eighth-level strength."

Xiao Li drew back the Hidden Fiend Bow, the arrowhead pointing directly at the throne, his eyes blazing with killing intent: "It seems the Sword Master doesn't take the four of us seriously at all."

After a brief pause, the woman recovered, looked at the three people in front of her, and said coldly, "Mind your own business."

The three people under the throne suddenly snapped back to their senses, and their auras as high-level seventh-tier cultivators erupted.

Sword Master frowned deeply. This scene was completely unexpected: why were the four killing machines so united?

Is Your Excellency hiding something from me? What is the past of the four of them?

He had no time to think. Destroying the Red King today was a must, and he couldn't afford to clash with the four of them now.

The terrifying aura around him suddenly receded, and he said in a deep voice, "Enough. They are all top-tier combatants in the world. With external enemies at hand, how can we allow internal strife?"

The tense atmosphere dissipated instantly, and everyone simultaneously held their breath.

But the woman grew angrier the more she thought about it, and her hand pressed against the hilt of the knife again!

Xiao Li quickly grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with pleading, "Please, don't go crazy, Grandma."

The woman raised an eyebrow and finally sheathed her twin swords.

Upon seeing this, both sides breathed a sigh of relief...