The sun sank in the west,
across the vast plains, darkness gradually covered the earth.
An ethereal, aloof woman floated upon a white auspicious cloud.
Her figure was tall and slender, her dark hair fluttered, and she wore white garments that radiated a special presence.
From the instant she appeared, the focus of heaven and earth seemed drawn to her.
"Fairy! This fellow uses base methods, you'd better be careful," Yang Jian said.
The woman on the auspicious cloud was none other than Fairy Chang'e, who was also the Star Lord of the Lunar Mansions.
Her cultivation base was immensely powerful, and she didn't fear Wang Ming's previous methods in the slightest. With a gentle yet confident tone, she said, "The Tang Emperor has merely touched the surface of the rules; there is no need to care."
Yang Jian wore armor intersecting in gold and brown, divine golden flames radiating around his body like a dazzling, bright sun, his entire physique seeming to contain the endless might of a god of war.
His gaze lingered on Fairy Chang'e for a moment before quickly shifting away.
Yang Jian naturally didn't want to keep fighting Wang Ming to the death; after all, if he were hit by that Creation God Fist, it would definitely be a social death throughout the Three Realms.
Moreover,
he had no heart to keep wasting time with Wang Ming, as it held no meaning.
Wang Ming was the Human King, so he couldn't actually kill Wang Ming—at most, he could only give Wang Ming a beating.
His younger sister had fallen for Wang Ming's trick, and he was much more inclined to go search for a method to resolve it.
However,
after Fairy Chang'e appeared, he changed his mind.
Wang Ming looked at the female immortal who