Apotheosis

Even though the members of the Tail Insect race could react quickly, Elvinia launched an attack too suddenly that they could not retaliate.

Because of this, the member of the race had no time to react before his head was pulled away from his body by Elvinia.

Getting a glimpse of the green blood about to gush from the headless body, Elvinia tossed it hundreds of feet away. It landed with a solid "boom" into the wall.

She then tossed the head right to the ground like it was nothing. Her eyes were so dark, thirsty for murder. The other members of the Tail Insect race refused to even look her in the eye.

"This... Princess Elvinia, this..."

Abdul and the other senior disciples from the Land of Sword Grief could not believe their eyes.

On the one hand, when they heard that Elvinia had a corporeal body, they immediately knew that she could be a great advantage for the Oneness Sky Palace. However, she had just reached the fourteenth stage of the Other Shore Realm. According to normal pace, her current strength was not supposed to be this powerful.

On the other hand, they all agreed that she shouldn't have gone out of her way to kill the member of the Tail Insect race.

What Abdul feared was not the members of the Tail Insect race, but the force behind them.

Her reckless move could just get them all into trouble.

Abdul and others had no clue that Elvinia had been holding back for so long. Her sudden course of action might have taken them by surprise, but they were not aware of what went on with her.

If she were being reckless, she would have torn all the members of the Tail Insect race to pieces by now. They had insulted and disrespected the Oneness Sky Palace before, which made her even more angry.

She was never one to show mercy, especially to weak creatures she despised. The creatures in the Dark Region were a prime example, and the Tail Insect race would have been no exception.

If Zen hadn't warned her to restrain her emotions, there was no telling what she would have done already.

It was not until they had gone too far that she finally stood her ground.

"You... How dare you kill our clansman?!" the leader of the Tail Insect race hissed, disgusted by what she had just done.

He was not expecting a measly human to actually show any signs of resistance—especially like this.

Looking at Zen, Elvinia smirked, "I think I want to get rid of more insects..."

"Alright." Zen nodded with a smile. "Just make sure you leave one alive."

As soon as he gave the go signal, Elvinia dashed in their direction, leaving streaks of light trailing behind her.

At Stage Thirteen of the Other Shore, there were no suitable clothes for her. Because of this, she was covered in clo

e Other Shore. This placed the disciples of the Land of Sword Grief in a very compromising position, a position of disadvantage. Over the past years, they had just been giving in. It was through this persistent perseverance that they were able to find a place to reside in. This was the main reason why they were unwilling to stay in Stage Fourteen of the Other Shore.

With a sternness in his expression, Abdul did not fail to mention the current situation of the Oneness Sky Palace to Zen. "What you are doing will make us unable to do anything on the Other Shore," he said harshly.

"I wonder how major races, like the Bearing race and the Separate Abyss race, are treated in Stage Fourteen anyway," Zen replied calmly, facing the already agitated Abdul.

"Their patrons are all strong in Stage Fourteen, so they definitely have no threats on the Other Shore," Abdul responded impatiently. This brought about a sense of dismay among the senior disciples from the Land of Sword Grief.

After all, they were all notable and outstanding members of the Oneness Sky Palace. None of them was willing to be bullied on the Other Shore.

After being in deep thought, Zen said with a smile, "If you always give in, the insects may only go further. And because we don't have a powerful patron behind us, that should be our number one priority right now."

"Easy for you to say! Who would we even find to be our patron? Would you do it? Would you be our patron?" one of the senior disciples asked.

Zen turned his head and looked at Elvinia, who was sitting calmly by his side. Her corporeal body of purified being had been carved to perfection, as it was a product of imagination. On top of that, she was full of charm and zest. Then, Zen turned around and answered, "If we can't find a patron, we'll make one of our own."