Take It from You? You Don't Have Any

The two black-clothed men fighting the White-haired Woman were both wearing silver skull masks, and both emitted the aura of Second-Rank Dao Lords.

The only way to distinguish their identities was the number on their backs—one was Twenty, and the other was Nineteen.

Although the White-haired Woman was also only a Second-Rank Dao Lord, she was still able to fight one against two without falling behind.

"Hand over Qiongqi, and I'll spare your life!"

Just then, the Black-clothed Twenty, whose back bore the number twenty, spoke to the White-haired Woman in an aged voice.

"Hehehe, Qiongqi was personally subdued by me. What reason would I have to hand it over to someone else?" the White-haired Woman said with a light laugh. At the same time, she unleashed a divine ability and parried the attacks of the two black-clothed men.

The White-haired Woman held a long sword in her hand while manipulating countless swords formed from streams of water. They circled around her, temporarily forcing the two black-clothed men back.

The Black-clothed Twenty sneered in an aged voice, "Qiongqi isn't something you can possess. You should understand the principle that a common man is innocent, but possessing a jade makes him guilty, right?"

The White-haired Woman did not respond to the Black-clothed Twenty. Instead, she noticed Li Zhōujūn and smiled. "What a coincidence. We meet again. Though the circumstances of this meeting seem rather unfortunate."

"Mm." Li Zhōujūn nodded. "Looks like you've run into some trouble."

"I can't sense this person's aura. He may be an expert." The Black-clothed Nineteen spoke in a young man's voice as he transmitted to the Black-clothed Twenty.

"What should we do?" the Black-clothed Twenty transmitted back. "It looks like he knows Wen Mengqing, the Lord of North Star City!"

"Test him," said the Black-clothed Nineteen.