As Yan Shifu's voice faded, immense power erupted from her body.
At that moment, Yan Shifu's slender figure appeared in the eyes of Mi Xuěyuán and her two disciples like an insurmountable mountain, making it hard for them to breathe.
It was over...
At that moment, Mi Xuěyuán and her two disciples, Ōuyáng Lièlóng and Chǔ Běimò, were all filled with despair.
Yan Shifu was one of the outstanding figures in the Eternal Ninth Stage, an existence that had suppressed countless opponents in the same realm.
Of the three master and disciples, the strongest was Mi Xuěyuán, but she was only at the Eternal Realm Seventh Order.
Before Yan Shifu, they were no different from ants.
As for counting on Li Zhōujūn?
They did not think Li Zhōujūn would offend Yan Shifu, an Eternal Ninth Stage expert, for their sake. Not to mention, behind Yan Shifu stood a colossal force—the Night Cold Palace.
At that moment, Yan Shifu walked toward the three master and disciples step by step. With every step she took, it seemed as though heaven and earth trembled along with her. Her seemingly petite body appeared to contain terrifying energy.
"You two go first. I'll do my best to hold her off!"
Mi Xuěyuán spoke to her two disciples.
"My master has always treated me well. How could I cling to life in the face of danger now? I'm not leaving. If we have to die, then we'll die together!" Ōuyáng Lièlóng stared at Yan Shifu with eyes full of hatred.
Chǔ Běimò also said, "Senior Brother is right. I'm not leaving either!"
"Don't worry. None of you would have been able to leave anyway."
Yan Shifu snorted softly. With a wave of her hand, countless rays of golden light shot out and transformed into swimming dragons.