Chi Lie saw the newcomer and hurriedly sheathed his blade, retreating as he cupped his fists and bowed toward the white figure in the air:
"Chi Lie of the Blood Leopard Tribe pays respects to Envoy Xue Li!"
Di Cang also gave a slight nod and a simple salute, but inwardly, he steadied himself.
Duanmu Hua had put far too much pressure on him.
That Sword Lord Xiao Jiuli had yet to truly make a move, but merely standing there, he was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, making no one dare act rashly.
Now that Envoy Xue Li had arrived in person, he felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest.
The three envoys of Great Snow Mountain were all direct disciples of the Holy Master, their strength unfathomable.
With Xue Li here, there might yet be a turning point in today's situation.
Xue Li's expression was indifferent as she stood suspended in the air. Her gaze swept over the devastated battlefield below before finally settling on Duanmu Hua.
"An envoy of Great Snow Mountain?"
Duanmu Hua's brows rose slightly, and the purple qi flowing around him accelerated by a few degrees.
Xue Li looked at Duanmu Hua and said coldly, "What grand airs. You do not even hold Great Snow Mountain in your eyes. Lingxiao Supreme Sect is merely dragging out a miserable existence—do you truly think you still possess the prestige of being the foremost of the six sects?"
Her tone was arrogant, as though she were simply stating an obvious fact.
Rather than becoming angry, Duanmu Hua laughed. "Whether this old man is dragging out a miserable existence is none of your concern."
He paused. Within the purple qi, phantom outlines of mountains faintly emerged.
Xue Li did not waste any