When Lady Chengbi left, she paused at the entrance to Grass Creek Village and looked back.
This village was remote and impoverished, no different from some barbaric backwater.
Yet now, in Lady Chengbi's eyes, Grass Creek Village seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, impossible for her to fathom or see through.
"Xiao Jian... I'd like to see how a cripple powerless enough to truss a chicken will deal with this great storm from the Southern Border."
Lady Chengbi took a deep breath, turned, and left.
Su Yi had refused to hand over the secret art that could gather and utilize the scarlet Sword Qi.
That meant a great battle had become unavoidable!
Yet even as Lady Chengbi departed, she remained utterly perplexed. Where had Xiao Jian gotten the confidence to dare confront the experts of the Southern Border's eight top factions head-on?
One had to know that each of the Southern Border's eight top factions had dispatched a group of demon immortals this time!
Together, there were more than a hundred of them.
Moreover, Saint Realm demon lords stood guard over them!
Setting everything else aside, such a lineup alone was enough to sweep across the entire Southern Border!
And Lady Chengbi knew that beyond them, many lineages affiliated with the Southern Border's eight major factions had also joined in.
Countless powerful Demon Cultivators and demonic cultivators had already slept with their weapons at their pillows, waiting for dawn!!
"Xiao Dage, are we really going to war with them?"
In the courtyard, Ling Er's brows were filled with worry.
Though she had little experience in the world, she knew that once this storm swept in, it was destined to be terrifying beyond measure!
"It isn't that we want war. They simply want to die."
Su Yi narrowed his