The clothes of the Tianlu Dao were pure white, decorated with streaks of sword shadows. Their hems were split and elongated, and when they flew on their swords, they looked like pure-white swallows—so striking that both the men and women carried an impressive air.
Seeing that our revealed cultivation levels seemed low, the nine immortals immediately surrounded us. The Grand Elder among them still had no idea that he was about to die, and continued wearing an expression that said he had us completely under control.
"The man's attire suggests he's a disciple of Luomu Valley. Just kill him. As for the two women, they look unusual. Capture them alive if possible!"
"Elder Heifu, take a look at the mirror beneath their feet. There's something strange about it!"
"Hmph! Some crooked, demonic trick. At a glance, it's obviously some kind of lewd object. Capture them first, then we'll talk!"
Madam Woshuang's smile faded as the enemy closed in. Her cultivation suddenly erupted with the imposing aura it should have possessed. When she stood up, the mirror immediately radiated waves of bronze light.
"Mother, should Brother Tian and I help too?" Lingzhao hurriedly asked.
"No need. Watch how I use the Springheart Dance Mirror to knock them down!" After saying this, Madam Woshuang immediately stepped around where we were sitting and began treading across the mirror's range. The next moment, the mirror spun rapidly, and streaks of light shot from it, chasing after the immortals of the Tianlu Dao!
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
The lights carried a strange fire attribute. The immortals they struck immediately burst into flames, shrieking as they burned. Before they could even extinguish the fire, they had already been burned to dust.
I sucked in a sharp breath. Madam Woshuang was actually a fire-attribute immortal, and her