From the four spatial channels emerged a dozen elders from the respective four families. They felt the wills and auras lock onto them, but their eyes merely passed over everyone indifferently. They quickly spotted the three young ones lying prone and gravely injured, with weapons pointed at them; with a single movement, their bodies would explode.
Their expressions soured as the elders from the three families prepared to attack. They heard a soft voice of an elven elder speak.
"Azja, what’s going on?"
"Mother, it was a misunderstanding. These three bastards were very rude and provoked... the members of our branches, on this planet." Azja spoke calmly without moving, afraid that the spear at her back would pierce her. The aura of these cultivators was very wild, giving a sense of utter madness.
The twelve elders widened their eyes, quickly probing for their bloodline. Then, those from the three families noticed three young cultivators staring coldly at them. They were all over a hundred years old, but for divine cultivators, they were like newborns. Even at five hundred years old, someone with mortal cultivation was considered young.
Azja saw the dwarves’ expressions and spoke. "There is possibly a fourth, a high dwarf with the Grimstone bloodline. He... he is a disciple of the God of the Forge."
"WHAT?!" A bearded dwarf exclaimed in disbelief.
"It’s true, sir. We came here to investigate, but your descendants only had malice. Then, the three from our bloodline emerged... all were beaten... their weapons, all bear the runic seal! They themselves confirmed that in the city, there is a high elder." Azja explained quickly.
All the elders were still incredulous. How could the greatest talents be beaten? But the evidence was right before their eyes.
"Are you here to talk or to fight?" A lazy voice rang out.
Everyone turned to see the indifferent whale looking at them; he continued, "You invaded my residence, beat my allies, and now you want to talk as if nothing happened?"
The elders narrowed their eyes. "Sir! We only came to investigate, not to fight!" Azja quickly said, then turned to her mother above.
The elven elder snorted and understood exactly what had happened. She turned to the other elders and spoke lightly, "It seems your descendants wanted to erase talents and competition... quite typical. You forgot the honorable mission that the four of us received; all of you act only out of greed. If it weren’t for this attitude, you wouldn’t have neglected the twelve servant families; everything happened because of this mediocre attitude."
"QUIET! I’ve wanted to get rid of those twelve for a long time; you know very well that in the divine world your talents refuse to serve our descendants." A tall, robust man, with a clear bestial bloodline in human form, spoke thunderously.
The elven elder smirked sarcastically. "Doesn’t matter, they’re all gone now. The responsible ones are these excellent warriors here." She looked around and gestured. "Almost a million of them, their cultivations are perfect and their wills powerful. The twelve servant families served us until the end; their lives were exchanged to train our outer branches."
The elders from the three families understood the point and nodded in agreement. They turned to the three and looked deeply at them. The dwarf quickly turned to the whale, seeming to be the leader, and roared.
"WHERE IS MY DESCENDANT?!"
"Hm? Why should I bring my Forger to a battle?" The whale replied expressionlessly.
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"You ogre bastard! Bring him out now, I want to confirm his bloodline." The dwarf spoke dryly.
"Sure, he’s in an underground chamber; right there!"
The whale pointed to the opposite side, smiling. The dwarf immediately turned and focused his senses...
Suddenly, everyone saw the whale teleporting in front of the dwarf in the sky. He made a smooth hand movement, it seemed like a slow-motion action. The dwarf felt his presence as he moved... but... it seemed like a completely undefendable and unavoidable movement! It was something divine... no! It was beyond the Divine level!!
Slap!!!!
There was no Qi, powerful pressure, or spatial explosion. It was dry and precise, like a strike from a mortal... but... the dwarf soared like a kite whose strings were cut directly to the ground.
Dust rose, and he broke some trees with his robust body. All the elders widened their eyes, catatonic. In the next second, the whale returned to where he was. The glory of the Non-Lethal Strike Technique, Beyond Divine Level, emerged again!
"How rude. You spat in my house and still want to do as you please?" The whale spoke indifferently.
Suddenly, the dwarf rose into the sky, and the laws of the world seemed to crumble. He was just an ordinary, undistinguished elder, but his cultivation was at the end of the Spirit Fusion Realm. His power was thousands of times greater than the strongest enemy they had all faced; the leaders of the twelve families? They were a joke compared to him, even if they were at the same cultivation level, he would still be an insect compared to this cultivator.
The whale smirked maliciously, and almost a million others smiled equally. The other elders fell silent upon seeing a red mark on the dwarf’s face. Only then did the dwarf notice it, and his face turned purple as if he were about to explode in anger.
"HOW DARE YOU! I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE!"
"Great, it took you a while." The whale spoke lightly and waved.
Immediately, everyone around drew their weapons and activated their runic seals. A sharp wave, coupled with an oppressive will, covered the entire sacred forest. The dwarf snorted ominously but stopped upon hearing a painful groan.
"NO! SAVE ME!"
That dwarf and all the elders stopped in alarm, seeing Mocel Grimstone screaming in despair, already completely injured and unable to react. A spear was slowly advancing, piercing his chest. Corin smirked maliciously and advanced millimeter by millimeter.
In the next second, a dozen beasts advanced with spears on the giant Yangta. The elf elder looked at her daughter with her heart skipping a beat... but she was perfectly healthy. No one did anything against her; the spear in her back remained pointed, but it was clearly just figurative. One thing became clear: her daughter did not act out of malice and must have tried to help all along. They wouldn’t even scratch her; they knew how to repay kindness with kindness and malice with malice.
"Calm down!" The elf elder roared immediately. She looked at the distant whale, who looked at her indifferently, "Young one, don’t let your emotions take over. Everyone will die for your actions!"
The whale just murmured calmly. "Hm? Does anyone here mind dying fighting those who invade our home?"
The response was a metallic shimmering of the weapons of a million cultivators. Their cultivations and Qi soared to the skies; they would definitely die today, but they would not retreat.
"Great, then die!" The dwarf elder roared, this talent from his family was valuable; but there were others to take his place. His Qi began to circulate... but... his eyes quickly changed to a violet hue.
It lasted only a single millisecond, but to him, it was automatically dispersed with his cultivation. However, his entire body was covered by a sun of multicolored runes. They pressed against the dwarf’s body like serpents, all interconnected and unique like chains.
It was nothing to him, obviously; with a movement, everything would explode. But all the elders looked at a distant point in shock. In the same second, a three-meter spear broke through space with a distortion. It appeared in front of the dwarf, a sharpening runic seal pulsing on it.
CRACK!
It pierced the dwarf’s body and went through as if it didn’t care. In the next second, a white sun exploded on the dwarf. His Yang power was so extreme that the Yangta swallowed dryly. The Yang flames entered the hole opened in the dwarf’s body, causing intense damage from the inside out.
BOOM!!!
The dwarf shot like a meteor into the ground. Once again, mental power meant nothing, elemental chains meant nothing. But they bought less than a second and held him in place. He was an easy target for a distant high dwarf, using a war ballista with arrows as large as spears; all with sharpening runic seals.
It wouldn’t kill him, but it penetrated his defenses as if they were nothing. The runic seal could ignore cultivation if the enemy was hit directly. The Forge God’s seals were shocking and admired in all universes where he appeared; they were not to be trifled with. It was something terrifying that went against all logic of the world.
At that moment, the elders felt the gravity of the situation. All nearly a million of them would indeed die, but if a million of them attacked together with this runic seal... that would be a trade. They wouldn’t allow themselves to trade lives with them in any way.
Of course, if they had known this in advance, weaker cultivators could never have cornered them. They would have simply killed them all before activating the seals, just by using their divine cultivations and sealing the Qi in their bodies. Without Qi, the seal wouldn’t be activated; it was as easy as stepping on an ant. But now, their weapons were already aimed at them. The cuts would come from all directions; they could block most, but a million? Hundreds would hit them, their bodies would be destroyed.
One or two attacks with this seal meant nothing. A dozen of them at the same time represented only a bit more attention; but with so many, it was impossible to block. The elders in the air tensed. They turned to the elf elder, seeing that her daughter was not targeted. The elf clan was the only one that could remedy this.
"Young one, control your people. I acknowledge your strength and will; it was you who destroyed the twelve families that served us for endless years." The elf elder spoke quickly in the direction of the whale. He just lazily turned to her, as if not interested in talking. "My daughter already said, we come in peace. The issue with our servants has been resolved, hasn’t it? Why so much fury? Let’s just talk."
"Hm? If you want to talk, kick that bastard dwarf back. I don’t want a bastard breathing the air of my house." The whale spoke without caring.
At that moment, the dwarf jumped into the sky, completely enraged. He was ready to attack with everything he had. But without the elf needing to say anything, all the other elders, even the dwarves from the same family, surrounded that dwarf.
The dwarf looked around in shock. No one said anything; another dwarf waved, and a portal appeared behind that furious dwarf. All the elders used their Qi at the same time, a divine wave pushed the dwarf without any chance of defense into the channel.
"YOU!" were the dwarf’s last words; the channel closed without any exchange of words and he vanished.
The whale smirked maliciously. "Great, I appreciate education and goodwill. But, your descendants were rude; home education goes to the street... you raised him like that, so I don’t trust you... well, the elf is decent. You can go, only they stay."
He finished by waving his hand, as if shooing away insects. All the elders had purple faces of humiliation, but they still felt the blades lit around them and swallowed that furiously. They floated quickly towards the channels they came from.
"Take the trash with you!"
Ruri spoke and kicked a dying human. He flew, splattering blood, directly into the portal where the others like him came from.
Corin laughed, but wasn’t as cruel. He just grabbed the dwarf and tossed him towards another dwarf. Loeus gently moved and touched the Yangta’s body, transferring some Yang at an exact point; she was awake and felt some energy circulating in her destroyed body.
Their eyes met and he just dryly looked away. The Yangta felt another piercing and bloodthirsty gaze in the midst of the crowd. There, she saw a green woman staring at her. Clamoi got the message and breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t need to worry about that problem... at least not unless that human really wanted to, but it didn’t seem to be the case.
"What a kind idiot." Langrum let out dryly; but she clearly didn’t find it unpleasant.
Clamoi jumped without looking back and entered the portal, leaving. The whale waved and the laws of the land threw the nine who were ’still alive’ away. Soon everyone was gone, except Azja and her mother, an elderly elf.
The whale smiled faintly. "Great, great. Come on, let’s talk in the city."
He spoke with a smile, but a malice could be felt by both, clear as day. This whale-shaped human... he couldn’t have plotted all this like that, could he?