"Someone's in the void!"
Jiang Chuan sensed it as well.
"After parting in the Ancient Era, I never expected to see you fellow Daoists again today."
As a thunderous voice rang out, the void split open, and a crimson Vermilion Bird flew from within before transforming into a man.
The man wore a crimson robe, like burning flames dancing wildly in the wind.
The threads upon that robe seemed woven from the most gorgeous clouds at the edge of heaven, glittering with dazzling light. Every strand of its pattern seemed to contain mysterious power.
His waterfall-like long hair cascaded over his shoulders, so red it seemed ready to drip blood, like tongues of fire.
His features were exquisite yet cold and stern. His brows were like sharp swords, slanting up toward his temples with a piercing heroic air.
His eyes resembled burning rubies, brilliant and dazzling, flickering with scorching light as though they contained endless flames and power.
A blazing aura surged from his body. He was like a moving volcano, and even the cold universe grew scorching hot because of his presence.
"Vermilion Flame! You still dare show yourself before me!"
Ancient Immortal Yiyuan's eyes were as cold as deep pools. His entire body was like a vicious dragon unleashed from its gates, ready to choose someone and devour them.
"You are Vermilion Flame, the Vermilion Bird clan's demonic immortal who participated in the siege back then."
Jiang Chuan raised a brow. "I have obtained my senior sister's Scripture Sword Art. Your true body isn't here, so today I'll first cut down this incarnation of yours. If you have any last words, say them now."
"Grudges and debts will have their day of reckoning."
Vermilion Flame Demonic Immortal seemed not to hear either Ancient Immortal Yiyuan or Jiang Chuan,