Chapter 154 When High Saints Fight

"Oh my, even an old man like yourself dares trespass upon my lord's lands?"

This woman's voice was soft and charming. However, her words shocked everyone with the implications of these words.

Since when did he have a terrifying High Saint as a subordinate? Didn't the rumors say that his powerful backing

The old man's pupils dilated and then contracted.

With a slight of his hand, he crushed a golden piece of jade in the sleeves of his robes, but his expression didn't betray the shock and horror in his eyes as he put on a brave front, sweeping an indifferent glance across Ingrid's body.

"You don't have to use that brat's name as an excuse, this is something beneath the level of a senior of your power," this old man looked at Ingrid who stood silently on the surface of a black sea of tranquil flames. Sprouts of lotus flowers would merge from the flames, tongues of lotus petals scattering into the air like a burning black garden.

Although he couldn't see her face underneath the umbrella, he could almost feel her smile through the dense curtains of darkness. Indeed, a faint smile of ridicule crowned her beautiful features as she spoke lightly.

"Scram."

The old man's eyes twitched, feeling the cold mockery in her this woman's tone. No one dared utter a sound so as to not draw the ire of this infuriated High Saint.

"Nya~ These people don't put my Tesla's in their eyes nya~…"

A cheerful voice echoed from a nearby mountain peak, again shocking everyone present.

The most shocked would be Pandora and Juvia who only came to notice the presence of an extra person standing next to them right now.

"Ah!"

If even Pandora and Juvia were surprised, the three girls who were intently focused on the fight almost fainted from fright.

"D-director!"

Only now did they see this beastkin woman with a touch of feral beauty. She seemed to be from the same beast bloodline as Zofia, only she was much, much more powerful.

After their shout, space buzzed lightly as Wendy moved, immediately appearing in front of Pandora and Juvia, her expression solemn and cautious.

"Haha! Don't worry, we're on the same side, let big sis handle that shameful old thing with one foot in the grave while using the other to kick the youngsters around," she then looked over at the woman under the umbrella, feeling like she was quite familiar.

Just as she looked a bit closer, the umbrella twitched, and she felt as though a pair of murky, pitch-black pools was staring back at her with a teasing smile, giving her the chills.

Nya~ that big sis is scary!

This female beastkin Director shuddered, deciding to focus on this old man instead.

The old man also seemed to tacitly switch his opponent from that mysterious woman to the Director.

"Director Sonya, that woman carried an unbridled, indiscriminate slaughter that caused the sky to weep and the earth to shake! Someone must be held responsible, are you saying that this is how your Tesla's does business? Slaughter the innocent and shield the fiends?"

Ingrid stood there blankly for a moment after being ignored, nothing but her black flames and the shower of lightning accompanying her in the background. However, she didn't feel offended nor did anyone feel like she was unqualified to get that old man's attention.

Everyone knew she was someone completely beyond the league of ordinary High Saints, it was only natural for the old man to find someone else to vent his anger on.

"You can't fight the big sister so you choose to bully the little sister nya~? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Sonya's lovable and cheerful smile suddenly and mysteriously morphed into a malevolent expression, her thin whiskers melding into her pale cheeks as her skin split like three deep gashes across her side profile.

Then, her ears and gray hair stood erect, veins riddling both her forearms as her nails grew like obsidian sharp claws.

There was simply too much energy within each claw, even space began to distort around these stationary forces.

"Let's play!"

Boom!

Only after her voice crossed dozens of miles did everyone with high enough perception notice that both her voice and afterimage were locked in space-time, her body already shooting like a gray bullet toward the old man bathing in a sacred sea of golden radiance.

The afterimage lagged and shattered to pieces as the sound echoed through the mountain range. The next moment everyone reacted, this Director Sonya was crouching on the opposite mountain peak, a fresh long scar running across her face, taking her right eye and leaving behind a bloody hole radiating light.

However, a creepy smile was on her face, an entire arm stuck between her teeth.

Everyone can see the torn golden priest robes on that right arm, taking their attention away from the countless wounds riddling Director Sonya's body. Judging from the scars, a serious exchange of about one thousand moves just happened, but the echoes of Sonya's voice were still ringing in their ears.

"This… Is this the power of a High Saint?" Pandora couldn't help but mutter absentmindedly. Then, thinking that she would reach that level of strength in the future and take one step further, her heart shook with a myriad of feelings.

Wendy's spine tingled, thinking back to that High Saint Swordsman who fought with Leonardo.

Was their fight this intense? But the Teacher looked just fine…

Wendy was unaware that the High Saint Swordsman held back as he was hoping to get Leonardo's help to leave the Sky Mountains Domain, not to mention the suppression that limited him to almost 60% of his true power.

Zofia, Meranda, and Olivia's jaws dropped.

They were yet to realize that the Director Sonya in front of them was a mere afterimage, but the fight had already reached its fervent peak.

"You animal!" The old man shouted, his left arm pressing tightly on his right shoulder, blood gushing out like a fountain and spilling directly on the ground below.

He was truly infuriated now!

Although he managed to gouge out her right eye, that was because she didn't even try to dodge, but rather welcomed his attack.

The moment his fingers dug into her skull, she twisted her body and bit down his wrist, whilst her two hands intersected like sharp knives that hacked through his shoulders.

Following the inertia from his strike and her retreating momentum, she plucked out his right arm by the root, completely dislocating the joints.

"Haha! Old man, you're too rusty! Nya~…"

"Why does it sound like he suffered a loss in this exchange?" Olivia and Meranda had the same question, but the human girl mustered up her courage to speak up.

Zofia's eyes were shining with reverence as she answered, "The beastkin of a feral bloodline don't have w heavy reliance on their eyes. In fact, we are born blind because our senses are innately enhanced, meaning that the information perceived by our eyes is manyfold that of ordinary creatures. Hence, that influx of information is simply too much for our brains to process during our childhood, resulting in a temporary blindness."

She continued, "In a sense; one eye, two eyes, or no eyes at all makes no difference to us, let alone the fact that on their level, a cultivator's eye is the most useless aspect in determining winners and losers."

Wendy nodded, her brows furrowed, "He might have been trying to pierce through her brain, it's just that he didn't expect her physique to be so powerful and her timing to also be that impeccable; she neutralized his force by twisting her body, cutting the energy flow to his arm, and utilizing the remnant shockwaves to make some distance between them."

The three girls were shocked, gasping, "You could actually see it?!"

Wendy didn't respond, focusing on the fight ahead as the second round was about to start.

From this cold attitude, Pandora and Juvia were positive that the one talking at the moment wasn't Wendy but her co-soul. However, although the three girls didn't know this, they weren't offended.

In fact, if anything, they felt grateful for the explanation.