Chapter 329: Seventy Percent or Destruction

The battlefield fell strangely quiet once again.

This time, neither side dared rush toward Linsey.

Several corpses of Golden Core elders were already falling from the sky, and the woman responsible was still sitting there as though none of it had been remotely difficult.

High above their respective armies, two men exchanged grim looks.

The first was Vice Sect Leader Crazton Mistborne of the Blue Mist Sect, a broad-shouldered man with long silver-blue hair and a mist-patterned saber resting in his hand.

Across from him floated Vice Sect Leader Korvath Redmoon of the Nether Blood Moon Sect, a thin crimson-haired man with a blood-red crescent mark stretching across his forehead.

Despite belonging to opposing factions, both men had reached the exact same conclusion that this was no longer something they could handle casually.

Crazton immediately pulled out a communication talisman and crushed it in his palm. "Sect Leader, come here immediately."

His voice was noticeably more serious than before. "An unknown faction is interfering with the war. Their strength is far beyond what we expected."

Across the battlefield, Korvath had already done the same.

His blood-red talisman burned into crimson ash between his fingers. "Sect Leader, get to the battlefield."

He glanced toward Linsey. "Now."

Linsey watched both men send their messages before casually lowering herself onto her enormous [Tempest Severing Chakram] as though it were nothing more than a floating chair.

She crossed one leg over the other and rested her cheek against one hand. "I’m waiting."

Several nearby cultivators stared at her in disbelief.

Linsey lazily waved them away. "Go ahead. Keep fighting if you want."

She gestured toward the armies below. "Your stupid war has nothing to do with me."

Nobody moved.

Not a single person seemed willing to restart the battle while Linsey was casually sitting above them.

Linsey tilted her head. "What?"

She looked from one army to the other. "Suddenly nobody wants to fight anymore?"

Neither vice sect leader answered her.

Crazton tightened his grip around his saber while Korvath remained completely focused on Linsey.

Neither of them wanted to be the next person who tested whether she was really "just playing around."

Far away from the battlefield, two furious sect leaders had already received their messages.

Both immediately abandoned whatever they had been doing and raced toward the valley at full speed.

Meanwhile, Damian watched everything from a distance alongside Cassandra, Serina, and Miona.

He proudly pointed toward Linsey. "See?"

Miona immediately looked suspicious.

Damian turned toward the sisters and spread his arms. "If you two join my harem as my ’slaves,’ I can make both of you that strong too."

Miona’s expression instantly twisted. "Who the fuck would..."

Serina quietly raised one hand, stopping Miona from saying anything further.

Miona paused and looked toward her older sister, only to be surprised by how serious Serina’s expression had become.

In the end, she reluctantly swallowed whatever insult she had been about to throw at Damian.

Serina silently watched the distant battlefield.

She had never expected Linsey to be capable of so easily slaughtering Golden Core cultivators who would have been dangerous even for them.

Even more shocking was the fact that Linsey hadn’t been serious the entire time.

That realization made Serina’s fingers tighten slightly. Damian hadn’t been boasting at all.

If anything, Serina was the one who had clearly underestimated Damian from the very beginning.

Serina’s thoughts slowly shifted toward herself and Miona, as now they were currently only inner disciples of the Nether Blood Moon Sect.

Peak Foundation Establishment cultivation sounded impressive among younger disciples, but compared to what they had just witnessed, it suddenly felt rather pathetic.

Not only that, Serina also remembered the reason the two of them had joined the Nether Blood Moon Sect in the first place.

It had been for their own goals, but even then, accomplishing those goals would still take years.

After seeing Linsey, however... Serina began to consider another possibility.

"Is this really the only way to reach that goal... by giving myself to Damian?"

Damian glanced toward Serina and immediately noticed the change in her expression. Naturally, he couldn’t resist chuckling. "Hehehe..."

Serina immediately turned toward Damian.

Damian waved one hand casually. "You can think about my wonderful employment package later."

Miona immediately snapped, "Employment package?!"

Damian ignored her completely and turned his attention toward the distant sky.

He could feel several powerful auras approaching the battlefield at tremendous speed.

Damian then glanced back at Serina and Miona. "Like I said, you can think about it some more. The fight isn’t over yet, so for now... let’s just watch the show."

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Two powerful auras suddenly erupted from opposite sides of the battlefield.

One came wrapped in dense blue-white mist, while the other carried a vast crimson Blood Qi that dyed the surrounding clouds red.

The two newly arrived figures didn’t immediately attack Linsey.

Instead, each appeared beside their respective vice sect leader.

Crazton Mistborne immediately bowed slightly. "Sect Leader."

Korvath Redmoon did the same on the opposite side. "Sect Leader."

Linsey, still sitting comfortably on her [Tempest Severing Chakram], immediately brightened. "Oh?"

She stood up and pointed toward the two newcomers. "You two are the sect leaders, right?"

Both men turned toward her with cold expressions.

Linsey cheerfully waved as though she were greeting two late guests instead of the leaders of the armies she had just been robbing. "Great! That makes things easier."

She raised one finger. "My offer is simple."

Linsey gestured toward both armies. "Seventy percent of each sect’s treasury, and I’ll leave."

She paused for a second. "If not..."

Linsey hopped off the [Tempest Severing Chakram] and casually rested the enormous circular weapon against her shoulder. "I’ll just destroy everyone here."

The battlefield became silent again.

One of the sect leaders immediately erupted in fury. "You arrogant bitch!"

A tremendous wave of Qi exploded from his body.

Linsey only laughed. "Hehehe. There it is."

She tilted her head toward the furious sect leader. "I was wondering when someone would say something like that."

At that moment, another aura suddenly spread across the battlefield.

Unlike the violent Wind Qi surrounding Linsey, this one carried an intense freezing chill.

Evelyn landed beside Linsey wearing her Frost Dragon mask, her [Glacial Starfall Bow] already resting securely in one hand.

She didn’t bother looking at the surrounding armies and just directly turned to Linsey. "They’re stronger than the others."

Evelyn calmly adjusted her grip around the [Glacial Starfall Bow]. "I’ll take one and you take the other."

Linsey’s eyes immediately brightened behind her mask. "Hehehe... now you’re talking."

She spun the [Tempest Severing Chakram] around once. "Good!"

She lifted the chakram onto her shoulder and pointed toward the two men. "Let’s show Master what our real strength looks like."