"Who was it that ambushed this sect master?" the gorgeous man said in a hoarse voice, his expression vicious, though there was clearly a bit of bluster hiding cowardice in it.
"Hmph, little Wang brat, weren't you going to wipe my Ji Clan from Cloud Province? Weren't you going to use the women of my Ji Clan as Cauldrons? Fine. I stand here today. If you have the guts, come over and try." A clear voice entered their ears. Then, on the distant horizon, a dazzling azure streak of light appeared. It seemed slow but was actually fast, its speed astonishing beyond measure; in a flash, it had appeared before everyone's eyes.
The blue light scattered, and from within it a woman slowly walked out. She wore emerald-green palace robes and appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with phoenix brows and elegant eyes. She could not be called a peerless beauty, but she possessed an air of grace and splendor all her own.
But the most terrifying thing was still the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from her delicate body.
This woman was actually a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
"Aunt!"
The scarred man was overjoyed and, without another word, bowed down. The Ji Clan's other two Nascent Soul Realm old monsters had not fallen, but they had suffered no small amount. Fortunately, with this mysterious woman's appearance, that terrifying pressure made everyone stop fighting, and they hurriedly flew over as well.
Their faces were filled with fawning ingratiation as they stood respectfully to one side.
The wind and clouds suddenly shifted. The Ji Clan's destruction had originally been a settled matter, yet a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator had suddenly arrived. The gorgeous man's expression changed between dark and bright, and at last he spoke, enunciating