A Meeting Though Separated by a Thousand Miles

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jianghe staggered backward several steps.

He could hardly believe it and blurted out, "Just what kind of background does he have?"

Dayi had killed expert after expert on their side, already making him realize that things had gone terribly wrong. Now, facing two people with hopes of becoming immortals alone, the other party was even more brazen and unrestrained, treating them as though they were nothing.

At once, Zhao Jianghe's heart began to sink.

The newly arrived woman smiled faintly. "I had long heard that Great Sage Zheng Guang was unruly and unyielding. Seeing him today, he exceeds even his reputation."

She wore a white robe that could not conceal the graceful curves of her figure. Her gleaming silver hair drifted through the night, her skin smooth as congealed cream, and on her lovely face, her delicate nose stood tall while her blue eyes resembled a spirit lake.

By comparison, the newly arrived man was much more direct. He spoke only two words: "Madman!"

He wore white, his lustrous black hair hanging loose. He had originally appeared rather refined, but his eyes now shone like stars, filled with scrutiny.

Qin Ming said, "I prefer it when you call me the Most Benevolent Ancestor."

As he said this, the ground was stained with blood. Qi Lie, Shi Shangfei, the Black Flood Dragon, the Nine-Radiance Ladybug, and the rest had all been executed beneath his feet.

Naturally, he recognized these two. Both came from the Land of Fate.

The silver-haired woman was An Luo, a Great Sage of the Dao-Cutting Sect. Her bearing was elegant and enchanting, yet clear and ethereal, like a Near-Immortal descending beneath the moon.

Qin Ming had dealt with the Dao-Cutting Sect more than once. He had slain their Saint Disciples and had once