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The Two Thousand Four Hundred Sixty-Seventh Chapter: At a Loss
In the boundless starry sky, the instant Zhao Qian soared into the air, even the light seemed to dim considerably. Her purple robes resembled a cluster of bauhinia flowers edged in gold, dazzling enough to take one's breath away. Of course, that beauty also carried a merciless, murderous chill!
Behind her stood a total of ten chief and deputy captains of the True Immortal-realm imperial guards. All of them possessed the strength of Two-Tribulation True Immortals. Such a luxurious lineup left one utterly at a loss in an instant! Of course, without that kind of strength, they would never have dared charge over!
My expression darkened as I thought it over carefully. It was said that the Primordial Celestial Venerable had twelve Golden Immortal disciples under his command. Zhao Qian's ten, added to the two disciples Wang Xicheng and Duan Shuyu who had previously fallen into my hands, made exactly twelve, didn't they!? I didn't know whether this was truly a case of different tunes producing the same effect, or merely a coincidence.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was that I couldn't help sucking in a cold breath. With so many True Immortals, how were we supposed to fight them?!
Even if I gathered all my True Immortal friends at this stage, the other side still possessed overwhelming strength. Of course, I had Yun Bingxin and Yun Huoxin as my two trump cards, but the enemy didn't consist only of Two-Tribulation True Immortals. There was also Zhao Qian! She alone could match three of the others!
Li Poxiao was never around when it was time to take the bullets. That brat's luck with the Dao was astonishingly good. Next time, I would have to carry him around