It was all Nailong's fault. By this point, the matter was perfectly clear, and Fairy Yutong shot him a fierce glare. Yet Nailong True Person wore a shameless, scoundrelly look; this fellow's face was far thicker than a city wall. Hadn't he merely flirted with a few beauties? What was there to be embarrassed about?
Though she was "furious at him for failing to live up to expectations," things had already come to this, and blaming Nailong was useless. Under these circumstances, there was naturally no way they could start fighting among themselves. First, they would deal with these fellows from the Mysterious Stone World; otherwise, they might truly think the Spirit World was weak and easy to bully.
Thinking this, a trace of coldness appeared on Fairy Yutong's face. She had no intention of reasoning with the other side. In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong were revered; talking was useless. Only strength could make the other party submit.
Her elegant brows lifted, her slender hand rose, and a transparent Immortal Sword as thin as a cicada's wing appeared, hovering vividly above her palm.
She flipped her hand and grasped it.
With a light shake, it seemed only her shoulder moved slightly, and aside from that, there was no extra motion. Yet the entire sky was instantly, as if by magic, filled with Sword Qi swarming in from all directions.
It fell like rain. Countless dazzling, resplendent streaks of Sword Qi, numbering in the tens of thousands, cleaved down with grand momentum toward the colossal thing in the sky.
Clean and decisive!
Other people would at least fall out after a disagreement before turning hostile and attacking. This Fairy Yutong was even more outrageous—she actually attacked directly without saying a single word.
But to be fair, it truly