"Oh no, Mo Qing and Bai Tao's group of four have all fallen." A cry of alarm rang out. Twenty or thirty cultivators stared toward the site of the explosion, disbelief written across their faces, shock gleaming in every eye.
"That junior actually survived. Could it be that the shout from Senior Brother Mo Qing just now was his doing—that he forced Senior Brother Mo Qing to self-detonate?"
Looking at Qin Fengming sitting on the rock covered in hard ice crystals, someone cried out.
Following that shout, a female cultivator in a black dress slowly stepped out from the crowd. Two thirty-something young men with identical features followed behind her.
The female cultivator was not very old, appearing to be only in her twenties. At first glance, she was extremely beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes, vermilion lips, and a tall, elegant nose.
Yet upon closer inspection, an indescribable ruthlessness shone from her deep-set eyes.
Whenever she met someone's gaze, any cultivator of the same rank would feel an icy chill surge abruptly from the depths of their heart.
The two young cultivators were also exceedingly handsome, with slender builds and faces as fair as jade. Yet their entire bodies likewise carried a fierce, murderous aura. At a casual glance, the two identical young men seemed to share a faint resemblance to the female cultivator in the corners of their eyes and brows.
At the female cultivator's waist hung a jade tablet of such vivid emerald green that it seemed almost wet.
A line of writing appeared on the jade tablet: Fifty-third on the Earth Ranking. This female cultivator was none other than Madam Huang Li, whom Wang He had mentioned earlier—the person ranked fifty-third on the Earth Ranking.
"I am Huang Li. May I ask how I should address the Daoist