My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 1702: Storming the Great Sound Buddha Sect

Chapter 1702: Chapter 1702: Storming the Great Sound Buddha Sect

Su He was pale, as if the air around her were pressing down like a massive weight, the suffocating Gang Qi making it feel like she was on a planet with gravity a thousand times stronger than reality!

Su He felt like her bones might shatter under this sudden gravity. Even she, at the Grandmaster Realm, felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

She struggled to lift her head and looked at Tian Yin in amazement, only to find that her usually calm master now wore a heavy expression, his sharp gaze fixed on the intricately carved wooden window shut tight.

Su He was stunned, and the Gang Qi she had condensed to resist momentarily solidified, releasing the pressure weighing down on her shoulders.

She screamed and fell to the ground but showed no embarrassment or shame, instead following Tian Yin’s gaze out the window in a daze.

For the first time, to be precise, for the first time since entering the Great Sound Buddha Sect before embarking on her martial path, she felt fear at the sight of the figure outside the window.

No, that wasn’t fear.

Her eyes showed emptiness and profound bewilderment.

It was as if standing before a towering mountain that suddenly soared above her head, then slowly descended, leaving her helpless and in utter despair!

She couldn’t even muster a fear of death; it wasn’t absent but rather impossible to feel!

Before this seemingly hunched, thin figure, death felt like a luxury.

She stared blankly at the figure, opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, her eyes gradually descending into endless confusion, her Dao heart faintly showing signs of flaw.

She believed that even facing a Martial Saint from the Buddha Sect, an eccentric monk, or her enigmatic master Tian Yin, she could maintain her basic composure.

The other party would never give her such a strong sense of despair!

But this person before her was different!

He brought not just fear and despair, but something beyond a feeling!

It was a void, a complete void, as if he extended a hand, and no matter how hard she tried to jump out of his grasp, she remained stationary!

Perhaps there was someone else in the world who could make her feel the same way, but at this moment, Su He had to admit.

Even that person couldn’t make her feel such a profound helplessness at first sight!

Xiao Zheng, with his restored memory, might be terrifying, perhaps on par in power with this person, but at least he wouldn’t emit such intense killing intent for no reason!

"Retreat!"

Just as Su He’s Dao heart was about to be crushed by this person’s oppressive atmosphere, Tian Yin’s sharp, almost indifferent voice jolted Su He’s body, shaking her inner self, and the dim light in her eyes gradually regained clarity.

She struggled to get up, barely managing to support her body to avoid collapsing again.

Her back was soaked in cold sweat, but she maintained a paper-pale face, respectfully bowing deeply to Tian Yin and the figure outside the window, especially feeling a heartfelt awe and respect towards the latter.

Then, supporting herself, she exited the room. As she walked out the door, she didn’t dare to look at the man standing quietly outside the window, hurriedly bowing her head and fleeing in panic.

After a long time, when Su He finally disappeared from their view from the courtyard gate, Tian Yin sighed lightly, stepped out of the room, and gazed complexly at the hunched, thin, white-haired old monk standing before him. After a long time, he clasped his hands together in a deep bow, and softly said with respect.

"Buddha Master."

......

On the other side.

Catherine looked at several Beidao Guang clansmen squatting before her, hands clasped over their heads, her brows slightly furrowed, glancing around but seeing no clansmen unaffiliated with Beidao Guang.

The entire Beidao Guang villa district was in chaos, a stark contrast to its usual serene luxury, appearing extremely ironic.

When Catherine first arrived here and saw the sky littered with flying paper scraps, people fleeing with all the property they could carry, and the few trying to maintain order,

She thought she had arrived at a market specifically for the wealthy.

So the subsequent suppression and cleanup proceeded surprisingly smoothly, without encountering even the slightest resistance. Clearly, Beidao Guang’s defeat at Demon-breaking Canyon and Xiao Zheng’s slaughter at the Great Sound Buddha Sect had crushed Beidao Guang’s morale.

However, Beidao Guang’s Clan Leader, Bei Daohai, was missing, along with the other forces within the Beidao Alliance who had vanished. Even Beidao Guang’s top figures had all fled, leaving behind only minor lackeys here to await their fate.

Catherine looked indifferently at the shivering few crouching before her, not being a bleeding heart; she wouldn’t sympathize with those whose hands might be stained with her comrades’ blood, even if they were mere pawns discarded by the upper echelons.

Beidao Guang and others’ escape seemed both expected and unexpected to her.

She looked worriedly outside the Beidao villa, but in an instant felt her mindset was laughable.

What she could think of, the Evil God surely had thought of as well.

Otherwise, why would he send her here?

Thinking this, she couldn’t help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

And indeed, things were as Catherine imagined.

Xiao Zheng sat on an antique chair, covered with a perfectly cut and shaped tiger skin. Beside the chair was a massive iron hammer, exuding a chilling aura, sunlight reflecting off it, flashing with an eye-catching cold light.

Xiao Zheng sat on the chair, slightly bowed, playing with the ring on his hand, his gaze carrying a hint of Xiao Ran, yet seeming lost in thought. Only those by his side could sense the suppressed killing intent on him.

Long Qie, Titan, and Evil Eyes stood sternly beside him, perhaps influenced, each emanating an aura of a ferocious Killing God.

They waited, on the necessary road from Zhonghai City to the seaside port.

Tap tap tap!

A frantic running sound was heard as Bei Daohai’s panicked face appeared within their view.

Evil Eyes’ eyes narrowed slightly, just about to step forward, but was stopped by Long Qie beside him.