Seven Visible, Two Hidden

Yan Xiaoshuang hovered in midair, raising a hand to cover her face as she dispelled the bluish bruises and wounds.

She was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her black hair cascading like a veil of thin mist, her brows delicate and her eyes exquisite. Her elegance was like that of a fairy in a painting, treading lotus blossoms with every step.

She was just a little swollen.

She had taken Lu Bei's punch with her face, her eyes simmering with anger and her appearance rather disheveled.

The excruciating pain had left her time frozen at that instant. His peerless speed and the overwhelming force he had unleashed both filled her with wariness, faintly giving rise to the urge to retreat.

In that brief exchange of probes, she had not brought out all her abilities. But then again, how could the rotten old man opposite her have done so?

What made her most wary was that she did not even know who her opponent was.

According to the intelligence reports, the Mahayana Stage experts of the Jiang Family Imperial Family had been held up across Zhaoqin by the Imperial Observatory because of the prolonged battlefront. Qu He, the only one stationed at Five Elders Cave, had also been lured away by a scheme.

But where had this rotten old man come from? His Artistic Conception was profound enough to disregard demonic thoughts—and that was one thing—but despite clearly wielding a sharp sword, why was his physical cultivation even more tyrannical?

"Cough, cough."

A smear of crimson spilled from Yan Xiaoshuang's lips. She stepped forward, and a star map gathered beneath her feet. Complex formations sketched out infinite possibilities, dazzling the eyes.

Had the Grand Tutor or Han Miaojun been here, their eyes would certainly have lit up as they eagerly calculated it