"Your words. I adore Princess Deborah. Hmm, indeed, I deserve a title. As for my beauty, that is unquestionable; without me, what color would this Yu Lei realm even possess?" Joyfully, she pulled Mo He onto her mount. She clung intimately to Mo He. Deborah chuckled, "As for the last question... tonight, I shall host a banquet. All the elites of the Mo Tang Long Gen family will gather."

She extended a finger to tease Mo He’s chin, and Deborah leaned her entire body into Mo He’s embrace. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at Gu Xie Chen, "Several of my dear sisters will also be attending this feast. Perhaps, either for you, or for others, there will certainly be some benefits!"

All the elites of the Mo Tang Long Gen family will gather?

Gu Xie Chen smiled. With refined elegance, he executed a deep bow. Under Deborah’s surprised gaze, he walked with measured steps to a youth riding a fierce-looking mount, who was glaring venomously at Gu Xie Chen. He cleared his throat, then Gu Xie Chen leaped over two meters high and smashed the youth off his mount with a single punch, sending him flying nearly a hundred meters away, spewing frothy saliva. Casually, he snatched the youth’s mount. Gu Xie Chen laughed toward Deborah, "Your Highness, I am ready. We can depart anytime." No one spared a second glance for the youth who had been knocked unconscious; only Deborah’s excited laughter echoed through the mountain forest.

Baxin and the others also sprang into action, beating the group of youths behind Deborah until they were clutching their heads, scattering in panic, grabbing mounts, and following closely behind Deborah.

Deborah, looking utterly delighted, led the group in a wild gallop away from the forest, rapidly heading toward the sprawling castle complex nearly a hundred kilometers away, which covered almost thirty square kilometers. She laughed alluringly and proudly, occasionally turning back to tease Mo He, or sending flirtatious glances toward Gu Xie Chen and Ban Ruo Fei. The lustful Mo He began his advances on Deborah atop his mount, and with Deborah’s half-feigned resistance, Mo He swiftly stripped her bare, nearly pressing her against the saddle to consummate their desire right then and there.

Just as Mo He and Deborah's actions grew increasingly unrestrained, they reached the main gate of the castle.

The grandeur of Deborah’s main gate was beyond description. Gu Xie Chen’s only impression was that all the decorative statues on the gate were composed of real people posing—both powerfully built men and stunning women. And they were all completely nude, contorted in suggestive poses on the archway nearly three hundred meters high. As Gu Xie Chen and the others approached, the nearly one thousand men and women serving as statues on the massive arch simultaneously cast ambiguous pink gazes upon the newcomers.

Deborah, who had been wildly passionate during the ride, took a deep, forceful breath, rubbing her chest forcefully against Mo He’s face. Laughing, she leaped from her mount and threw herself into Ban Ruo’s arms. She affectionately kissed Ban Ruo’s cheek and smiled at him, cheek-to-cheek, "This is my realm. My territory. No one is permitted entry except those I allow, not even the current Patriarch of our Mo Tang Long Gen family."

After a passionate deep kiss with Ban Ruo, Deborah purred suggestively, "This is also the place for our revelry tonight. Oh, I can barely hold back from ** with you all now."

Right before the grand archway, Deborah’s eyes suddenly ignited with scorching lust. She suddenly hooked her arms around Ban Ruo’s body and, using brute force, yanked him to the ground. Despite the formidable physical strength inherited by Ban Ruo’s current body, he still couldn't match Deborah’s sheer power. A series of sharp cracking sounds echoed from Ban Ruo’s joints as he fell like a sapling felled by a hurricane.

A stirring came from behind Deborah, and three pairs of enormous, pale silver wings burst forth. A thin, fine layer of pale silver scales slowly emerged across her tempting body. Combined with her captivating face and provocative movements, this physical form exuded a strange, demonic charm, as if summoning one towards death.

"Come, let us **! Do you know, I am the only descendant of the Elder Council whose gene compatibility exceeds seventy-five percent! The power I wield is also the greatest among everyone currently in the Elder Council!" Deborah gripped Ban Ruo’s shoulders with both hands, speaking in a low, husky voice filled with irresistible charm, "If, by ** with me, you can ensure my child inherits a gene compatibility above seventy-five percent, your merit will be enough to elevate your family to the very pinnacle of power in the Star Alliance!"

Mo He fiercely licked his lips, strode forward, and laughed, "Exalted Highness, let us indulge fully in this boundless pleasure! My brother here is rather unromantic. You wouldn't want to engage in a delightful interaction with a stone, would you?"

Deborah giggled, turning her head to narrow her eyes at Mo He. She mockingly asked, "Oh? Such a handsome man is actually a stone? Well, what a waste that would be!"

Sighing deeply, Deborah suddenly turned back to Gu Xie Chen and issued a command, "Then, let us begin now... You, come here, and kiss my foot!" Deborah proudly flipped her foot out, showing off her snowy white, tender sole, which appeared carved from the most exquisite jade, tinged with a rosy hue.

Kiss her foot?

Gu Xie Chen’s gaze turned cold. He suddenly lashed out with a sleeve, unleashing the Waterfall Sleeve technique at close range, a blow slamming heavily into Deborah’s temple. White waves of water mixed with black firelight blasted into Deborah’s body. The previously infinitely beautiful Deborah suddenly bled from all seven orifices, screaming as she was struck back over ten paces.

Staring in shock at Deborah, whose seven orifices were still weeping blood, Gu Xie Chen exclaimed, "What a formidable body!"

Deborah’s magical cultivation was very weak, perhaps equivalent to the second rank of a Celestial Immortal at most. However, her physical body was solidly at the peak of the sixth rank of a Celestial Immortal. Gu Xie Chen's full-strength blow only managed to severely injure the unprepared Deborah; it failed to truly subdue her. Moreover, Deborah’s body was extraordinarily heavy; Gu Xie Chen’s full-power close-range strike only sent her flying a dozen paces, whereas normally, even a mountain struck like that would have been hurled dozens of li away.

"Who are you people? How dare you attack me?" Deborah roared in anger.

Ban Ruo and Mo He erupted. Black and white wings spewed from behind the two brothers, their fingers forming the Water Vase Seal and the Wheel Turning Seal, striking toward Deborah’s body. The physical bodies they inherited allowed for incredibly fast flight—a speed rule originating from a new outer domain, entirely different from Yu Lei's rules. As the brothers flew, they left only faint wisps of black and white light, yet no observer could discern their movement, nor could any divine sense, not even the Sai Ya Seven-System Celestial Divine Sense, capture their flight trajectory.

In just one-tenth of a finger snap, Ban Ruo and Mo He attacked Deborah ten thousand and eight hundred times. The crisp impacts merged into a long, continuous crackling sound. Deborah’s silver scales shattered one after another, deep finger imprints appeared across her body, and large amounts of blood continuously erupted from within her. Despite inheriting the incomparably potent physique of the Three-Headed Giant Dragon bloodline, facing an attack governed by the laws of another universe, Deborah was instantly dealt a heavy blow.

Before Deborah could counterattack, black and yellow streams of energy surged above Gu Xie Chen’s head. The Cang Sheng Seal transformed into a beam of divine light and slammed fiercely into Deborah’s brow.

Although the descendants of the Elder Council had their souls tightly bound to their bodies, making them impervious even to Soul Searching Great Arts, when facing the soul attack technique derived from the profound and immortal body of the Haotian Supreme God, Deborah let out a miserable shriek. Every molecule of her soul was nearly pulverized by the Cang Sheng Seal. Blood mist sprayed from her entire body, and she staggered backward in a daze. Immediately following this, a dozen streaks of black light flashed, and an equal number of strange bone spikes were deeply embedded into Deborah’s vital points.

Gu Xie Chen silently recited the evil incantations for soul manipulation from the Great Desolation Scripture. These ancient secret spells, amplified by his pure vital force, condensed into thumb-sized, jewel-like black orbs of light that flew from his mouth, landing lightly upon the bone spurs and merging into Deborah’s body.

Only then did the youths accompanying Deborah and those posing as statues on the archway cry out in shock and finally react. They panicked, scattering in all directions. Some even transformed their bodies and fled desperately toward the periphery.

A faint light flashed, and Gu Xie Chen summoned the Chaos Bell, tapping it lightly with his finger.

Perhaps due to the integration of vast amounts of True Magnetic Two-Element Light, the sound wave from the Chaos Bell spread dozens of times faster than the speed of light, instantly covering an area of a thousand li. With that soft chime, those whose cultivation was not high collapsed, blood streaming from their nostrils. Their brains were injured by the bell’s vibrations. Gu Xie Chen took the opportunity to erase their memories of the preceding events.

With a cold snort, the prone Deborah suddenly stood straight up from the ground. Her eyes rotated stiffly in all directions, and then she smiled faintly, bowing down to Gu Xie Chen with utmost deference: "Honored Master, your slave, Deborah Mo Tang Long Gen, awaits your command!"

Raskov and the others felt their skin crawl. The ease with which Gu Xie Chen controlled a core descendant of the Elder Council with such a powerful physique was terrifyingly absolute. The group exchanged glances, simultaneously making a decision: such a terrifying being could only be a friend; making him an enemy would be a truly tragic fate.

Nodding lightly, Gu Xie Chen walked slowly into Deborah’s castle, hands behind his back.

Deborah chuckled lightly, swiftly cleaning the blood from herself and activating her innate ability to repair her wounds. Fine granulation tissue sprouted in the deep flesh craters. In mere breaths, Deborah was restored to that dazzlingly radiant core member of the Mo Tang Long Gen. Taking out a communicator, Deborah summoned a contingent of servants from the castle. They carried the unconscious youths and women from the entrance into the castle and tossed them all into the dungeon for imprisonment.

A team of vibrant, energetic young men and women quickly marched out from the castle. Under Deborah’s direction, they stripped off their clothes and leaped onto the archway, forming a series of statues famous in the history of the Star Alliance. The bloodstains at the gate were swiftly swept away, and everything soon returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Standing atop the highest tower of Deborah’s castle, Gu Xie Chen narrowed his eyes, surveying the terrain of the castle complex.

Seemingly driven by the innate feminine love for beauty, Deborah’s complex was filled with lakes and rivers. The edges of the waters were adorned with blooming flowers and lush green grass—truly a picturesque landscape. The various waterways intertwined, weaving into a vast and intricate net that firmly enveloped the entire castle complex. Looking satisfied with the abundance of water everywhere, Gu Xie Chen released his divine sense outward to investigate the sources of these lakes and rivers. His consciousness swept over the mountains and hills like a gentle breeze, and Gu Xie Chen was pleased to see that these lakes and rivers communicated with a distant ocean spanning tens of thousands of li. The water supply here was absolutely guaranteed.

He let out a few cold laughs, then summoned Raskov and Baxin. After whispering a few words to them, he handed them countless gray-white flag gates and large banners.

Raskov and the others, both surprised and delighted, carried these hundreds of thousands of chillingly cold flag gates and banners and secretly slipped away to the surroundings. Within a radius of two hundred kilometers, they sank these items into the earth as streams of gray-white cold air, setting up an extraordinary formation that resembled a Taichi symbol missing one segment—a mere form of Taiyin, appearing incomplete yet wonderfully aligned with the celestial stars above and the earth below.

This great formation was the "Zhou Tian Tai Yin Array" recorded in the Tai Yin True Scripture. It was designed to draw upon the essence of Kui Water and other ultimate Yin energies between heaven and earth, reversing creation to evolve into innate Tai Yin energy, thus manifesting the Tai Yin starry sky and trapping enemies within a universe composed purely of Tai Yin energy—a Primordial Great Array.

In the memory of the Tai Yin True Lord, he had proudly proclaimed that the destructive power of the Zhou Tian Tai Yin Array was second only to the legendary Immortal Slaying Sword Array. However, he also stated that while its killing force was inferior, in terms of the array's endurance and defensive capability, the Zhou Tian Tai Yin Array surpassed the Immortal Slaying Sword Array. Therefore, the Tai Yin True Lord believed this array was as renowned as the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, only its fame was muted in the Three Realms because his status and divine abilities were inferior to those of the Sword Array’s master.

The flag gates and banners used to form the array were all condensed from the Tai Yin energy within the Tai Yin Mystic Pearl. Once activated, they could draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming the acquired into the innate, condensing innate Tai Yin energy to form a sky full of stars, and blasting forth Tai Yin divine light to annihilate enemies.

However, the Zhou Tian Tai Yin Great Array consumed spiritual energy heavily, requiring the fundamental power of the Tai Yin Mystic Pearl for sustenance. If Gu Xie Chen had not replenished the Tai Yin Mystic Pearl with at least several thousand massive spiritual veins over the years, he would never have dared to deploy this formation. Without using the Tai Yin Mystic Pearl as the array’s core, and relying entirely on his own power to drive the array’s evolution, not only would a mere Third-Rank Celestial Immortal like Gu Xie Chen have perished, but even a top-tier Grand Unity Golden Immortal would be drained into a dried corpse once the eight gates were fully formed!

His innate divine sense spread outwards. Sensing that Raskov and the others had finished deploying all the flag gates and banners, Gu Xie Chen let out a few cold laughs, carefully brought out the Tai Yin Mystic Pearl, and slowly guided it deep beneath the foundation of the tall tower.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Xie Chen slowly moved atop the tower, cultivating his energy and projecting his force field. He gradually commanded the Tai Yin Mystic Pearl to release one hundred and eight spiritual veins, integrating them into the surrounding lakes and rivers. Because these spiritual veins had been refined by the Tai Yin energy—the most subtle of energies—they had condensed into objects resembling crystal, leaking not a single trace of spiritual energy without Gu Xie Chen’s activation.

Having completed the setup of the Zhou Tian Tai Yin Great Array, Gu Xie Chen retrieved several thousand flag gates of various descriptions and casually tossed them around. After casting a few spiritual incantations, various clouds and mists surged out, completely concealing the flag gates. After a moment, the mist dissipated, and all the flags had vanished without a trace.

Some of these flag gates came from the Heavenly Works Hall, crafted by the Great Simple Master for array deployment in the Immortal Realm. Due to his current cultivation, Gu Xie Chen could only utilize a few, and the array’s power was limited—at most, it could trap those at the Fourth Rank of Celestial Immortal. Other flag gates were ancient Jie Teaching array formations crafted by the Ten Heavenly Sovereigns in their leisure time. These formations were unorthodox, focusing on surprise attacks and catching enemies off guard. If the array suited the situation, these formations might kill a few Golden Immortals; if they encountered something that countered them, they might not even injure a small figure at the Golden Core stage.

However, deploying dozens of types of Jie Teaching unique formations simultaneously meant a flurry of attacks that could overwhelm a master. Those trapped inside would be dizzy for days before they could escape safely.

Having arranged everything, Gu Xie Chen descended the tower and walked cheerfully to the banquet site where Deborah was personally directing the final arrangements. Ban Ruo stood expressionlessly at the highest point of the venue, coldly observing the movements of the servants below.

Mo He, meanwhile, followed Deborah like a lecherous wild dog, joking with her intermittently, their hands and eyes constantly exchanging affectionate touches—the situation was utterly improper.

"Strange, this fellow was just excessively murderous before, and now he's become so lustful too. Penghua and Siren have certainly found a kindred spirit!"

Gu Xie Chen shook his head helplessly. The aftereffects of Mo He’s body snatching and rebirth seemed troublesome indeed!

Raskov and Baxin, having finished setting up the Zhou Tian Tai Yin Array, returned to the venue with great excitement. Raskov approached Gu Xie Chen and whispered, "What do we do now?"

Gu Xie Chen let out a cold laugh. He spoke quietly, "Raskov, come with me. The rest of you, go survey the castle perimeter and pinpoint the locations of the Life Gates I designated. Tonight, we will use minimal effort to eradicate the Elder Council Bloodline Secret Fortress in one blow!"

Baxin and the others roared in excitement, clenching their fists, before scattering. Raskov, completely bewildered, followed Gu Xie Chen, who was led by the castle steward appointed by Deborah, winding through passages until they reached the castle’s underground wine cellar.

This was a massive cellar stretching twenty-six levels deep, each level covering several square kilometers, filled with top-tier wines from twenty-six six-star civilizations. Moreover, many extremely rare and precious vintages utilized miniature quantum spacetime solidification systems to maintain their quality. Deborah truly lived up to her title as the Elder Council’s highest gene-compatible descendant; her luxuries were extreme beyond measure.

After dismissing the guiding steward, Raskov rubbed his hands together and asked with a smile, "What are we doing?"

Gu Xie Chen merely smiled. He pulled out a large quantity of medicinal herbs, sat cross-legged in the cellar, and began preparing a colorful, rainbow-hued medicinal powder. This powder was composed of seventy-seven types of life-saving spiritual herbs and seventy-seven types of highly toxic poisons. Nearly a hundred different refinement techniques were employed, consuming tens of thousands of catties of extremely precious raw materials, finally resulting in about a hundred catties of powder, ethereal like mist and brilliant like a rainbow.

Raskov watched the powder with astonishment. Curious, he picked up a pinch of the powder with his finger, intending to put it into his mouth. Gu Xie Chen snatched his hand away, shouting in a low voice, "Although the formula is incomplete and the herb heating lacked precision, this batch of Soul Boiling Powder is enough to suppress the magic cultivation of anyone below the Fifth Rank Celestial Immortal by a full level. For a powerhouse like Gufeng at the Sixth Rank Celestial Immortal, consuming this powder would severely damage their vital essence, requiring years to recover their cultivation. Want to try it?"

With a startled cry, Raskov hurriedly pulled his hand back and furiously rubbed his finger on his clothing.

Gu Xie Chen glanced at Raskov with a smile and whispered, "No harm done, as long as it’s not ingested orally, you’ll be fine. Hmm, you and I will each take half. Only half a sesame seed’s worth is needed per wine barrel. This medicine—hehe—once it contacts any form of spiritual energy, it will multiply naturally."

A Soul Boiling Powder capable of self-replication within the human body. Raskov gave Gu Xie Chen a strange look, shook his head, grabbed half the powder, and set off to work. Gu Xie Chen also grinned, taking half the powder, moving through the wine cellar with lightning speed. The formula for the Soul Boiling Powder originated from the Great Desolation Scripture, an ancient secret handed down by primordial ancestors specifically to counter cultivators; its power was immense. Gu Xie Chen’s supply of spiritual herbs was insufficient, and the precise heating of the herbs was lacking, meaning the potency was greatly discounted. However, it was still enough to significantly weaken the strength of any entity below the Golden Immortal level.

After an hour of busy work, the artificial daylight within the Bloodline Secret Fortress began to dim. Deborah, elaborately dressed, swayed her hips, leading the brothers Ban Ruo and Mo He toward the main gate to receive their guests for the evening. Gu Xie Chen, along with Raskov, stood atop the highest tower, quietly observing every movement within the castle.

This gathering was a banquet convened by Deborah for the younger elite of the Grand Elders' Council, ostensibly a congress for genetic exchange and fusion. In truth, it was nothing more than an absurd brawl of flesh. The Modragon people possessed an inherited craving for the perfection of genes. The three-headed dragons were inherently savage, and such genetic exchanges had occurred countless times within the Bloodline Citadel; only because Deborah was the convener this time was the scale so grand, and the attendees of a higher echelon.

In less than half an hour, of the Modragon family’s three thousand five hundred and seventy direct descendants within the Bloodline Citadel, everyone except the most senior Great Elders had arrived at Deborah's castle. Upon entering, the members of the Modragon family, who inherited the purest Modragon genes, impatiently began laying hands on the serving maids and handsome young men within the castle, revealing their true natures. Among the five hundred and seventy direct descendants, there were thirteen Dragon Star Envoys, holding the cultivation of a Fifth-Grade Celestial Immortal! The rest ranged in cultivation from First to Fourth Grade Celestial Immortal. This immense power turned Rasko’s face ashen. The Grand Elders’ Council had already dispatched a massive contingent of elites to attack Paradise Star, yet such a formidable force remained hidden within the Bloodline Citadel.

Had it not been for Gu Xiechen, and if the Blazing Flame family had followed their original plan to send thirty-eight clansmen to raid the Bloodline Citadel, it would have been akin to rabbits attacking a lion—a pure offering of meat. Perhaps Rasko would already be Deborah’s captive now, actively fighting to enhance the Modragon family’s genetic compatibility.

Those who arrived subsequently were all members of the true core families of the Grand Elders’ Council; only the eldest generation of elders from those families had refrained from coming. Everyone else had arrived here.

In total, over one hundred and fifty thousand guests flooded Deborah’s castle complex, filling every corner of the vast architecture. In the dimly lit areas, subtle moans and strange impacts could already be heard. Occasionally, a dragon head, a pair of fleshy wings, or a sharp claw would flash by—clearly, some individuals could no longer restrain themselves and had revealed their physically transformed bloodline forms.

“These writhing masses of dragons, pythons, and lizards tangled together truly lack any aesthetic appeal!” Gu Xiechen’s eyesight was sharp; no distance or dark corner could hide the events from his gaze. He sneered, “From the perspective of pure human artistry, I deeply despise these elites of the Grand Elders’ Council.”

After a period of silence, Gu Xiechen muttered under his breath, “I must concede that the ancestors of Dizo Temple and Yiru Convent are the true masters of this art!”

Before long, everyone qualified to attend Deborah’s banquet had arrived at the castle. The thousands of core elites qualified to enter the main hall with Deborah—laughing and with barely concealed desire in their eyes—strode into the venue, alight with fervor.

Great vats of fine wine were brought forth. Both the descendants within the hall and those engaged in the brawls outside drank deeply, immersed in boundless sensory stimulation. The Three-Headed Dragon Modragon was inherently a greedy behemoth, and his descendants inherited this nature; they would never refuse fine wine when presented. Wine, women, resources, and power—the Modragon people, the descendants of the Grand Elders’ Council, greedily plundered everything within their grasp.

Gu Xiechen’s spiritual awareness was exceptionally keen, and he clearly sensed the malevolent Qi accumulating in the thick miasma hanging above the castle. Here, the seven emotions and six desires were amplified to the extreme. Such a dense convergence of negative emotion and malevolent Qi—if a Golden Body Arhat were present and steeped in it for too long, even an Arhat would regress into a common mortal, desperately throwing himself into the boundless desires.

Fortunately, Gu Xiechen had the Haotian Pagoda suppressing his mind; he was completely unaffected by the malevolent Qi permeating the high air. On the contrary, he brought out the Chaos Bell, allowing it to ravenously devour the increasingly dense malevolent Qi in the sky. The Chaos Bell could devour all tangible and intangible things, growing stronger the more it consumed. The collective negative emotions released by over a hundred thousand descendants provided the Chaos Bell with a joyful feast. The Chaos Bell Spirit, satisfied with this novel energy absorption, sent wave after wave of delighted spiritual fluctuations to Gu Xiechen.

“Feast well, there will be much for you to consume today.”

Gu Xiechen smiled strangely and slowly looked toward the sky.

The banquet proceeded. Deborah, whose consciousness was entirely controlled by Gu Xiechen, writhed and roared wantonly within the hall, loudly inciting the emotions of all the guests. Cheers and roars nearly blew the castle apart. The alcohol and the effects of the Soul-Boiling Powder spurred the Grand Elders’ descendants into a frenzy. They howled, releasing all their emotions as spiritual fluctuations.

The Chaos Bell devoured with ever-increasing pleasure!

Finally, a Dragon Star Envoy, who had impatiently stripped off all his clothes and was Deborah’s granduncle by seniority, was about to pounce on a younger relative from another family when he suddenly let out a piercing scream. He sprang high into the air, shrieking strangely, “My cultivation, my magical power—why? Why can’t I accurately control my cultivation? My strength is diminishing! My mind, my mind… how strange, why is this happening?”

This Dragon Star Envoy possessed the power of the peak of Fifth-Grade Celestial Immortal and was a renowned master in the Grand Elders’ Council. But as the Soul-Boiling Powder took full effect within him, continuously converting his magical power into more medicinal efficacy, his cultivation rapidly plummeted from the peak of Fifth-Grade Celestial Immortal, quickly dropping to a level almost breaking through Fourth-Grade Celestial Immortal. Moreover, the magical power within him was volatile, like boiling porridge, completely beyond his control. His actual combat strength at that moment was probably less than that of a Third-Grade Celestial Immortal.

Immediately afterward, the people in the hall cried out in alarm; their cultivations were all dropping in a straight line, as if invisible insects were devouring their power.

One Dragon Star Envoy flashed instantly to Deborah’s side and gripped her neck: “Deborah, my niece, what are you trying to do? Do you want to eliminate us and inherit the authority of the Grand Elders’ Council? Why is this strange thing happening to us in your castle?”

Deborah cackled. Under the manipulation of Gu Xiechen’s divine sense, she slowly turned her neck to look at the Dragon Star Envoy. After casting a mocking glance, Deborah’s body suddenly swelled, rapidly expanding into a massive ball of flesh nearly a hundred meters in diameter. Then, with a dull thud, Deborah self-detonated her body—a complete annihilation, down to the level of cellular molecular chains. A blinding black light swept across the entire venue.

The walls of the hall suddenly lit up with dazzling, eerie light as the castle’s active defense system engaged. The energy shield, powered by twelve Tier-One Divine Crystals, rigidly withstood the devastating shockwave generated by Deborah’s self-detonation, though the shield nearly collapsed. Caught completely off guard, over eighty percent of the guests in the hall were killed by Deborah’s single explosion. The venue was instantly cleansed; all tables, chairs, fine wines, and delicacies were vaporized, not even a trace of blood or shredded flesh remained.

The surviving guests in the hall were all the Dragon Star Envoys and the lucky few sheltered by the shields they hastily deployed. But these Dragon Star Envoys, whose strength had plummeted, were already surrounded by D...