Lin Bai rode his flying sword toward the imperial capital at full speed.
Seeing this, the Black-Robed Man and White-Robed Man immediately prepared to flash forward and stop him.
But Huang Qingyun was faster than they were, blocking their path.
"Holy Daughter of the Sacred Lotus Palace, Huang Qingyun, Miss Huang..." The Black-Robed Man was stopped by Huang Qingyun, and displeasure appeared on his face. "Forgive my bluntness, but with you... you won't be able to stop us."
Huang Qingyun lifted her chin and looked at them disdainfully. "Lin told me just now... that you deliberately concealed the cultivation methods and mystic arts and Dao arts you practiced, relying only on your cultivation power to suppress him."
"But even so, I could still smell the stench on your bodies!"
Upon hearing this, the Black-Robed Man furrowed his brows in confusion.
Huang Qingyun sneered. "I've dealt with the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace for so many years. Even if the stench of the cultivation methods they practice were buried deep in their bones, I could still smell it."
As Huang Qingyun spoke, a vicious killing intent surfaced in her eyes. The coldness on her delicate face was like ice that had remained unfrozen for ten thousand years, leaving the Black-Robed Man and White-Robed Man utterly dumbfounded.
"Who are you?" The muscles at the corners of the Black-Robed Man's eyes twitched.
Huang Qingyun withdrew her gaze from the horizon. When she looked at the Black-Robed Man again, her expression had subtly changed.
If they killed Huang Qingyun here, Lin Bai would certainly take Xia Jingzhi back to the imperial capital, and the Third Prince would be beyond salvation.
The White-Robed Man narrowed his eyes as well. The warm, amiable smile on his face vanished completely, and he transmitted coldly, "You stay and deal