Yun Meng's usually placid eyes were filled with fury.
Ever since she began cultivating, she had never failed, much less suffered a loss.
Her master had said that her talent was exceedingly rare, scarcely seen once in ten thousand years. Among cultivators of the same level, no one was her match.
And Yun Meng truly had lived up to that. Everything had gone smoothly for her, and she had never been in such a sorry state as she had been this time and the last.
Suffering losses twice at Jiang Siming's hands made Yun Meng gnash her teeth in hatred.
But it wasn't over yet. Another bolt of heavenly lightning descended, striking toward Yun Meng.
Yun Meng's red lips parted slightly. Her eyes flashed like lightning as she chanted an incantation, freezing the air around her solid.
The heavenly lightning crashed down, but Yun Meng was no longer knocked away. Instead, she remained completely unharmed, as though nothing had happened.
"Not bad, not bad. My move, 'Act Arrogantly and Get Struck by Lightning,' is specifically for arrogant fools, yet you actually blocked it." Jiang Siming could not help praising her.
Who would have thought that Yun Meng had been thoroughly enraged. Incantations continued to pour from her lips.
"Cold Moon Leaving Fire Curse!"
The colors of heaven and earth changed in an instant. The entire Moon Concealment Sect—and even the surrounding hundred li—began to shake violently.
The mortals and cultivators nearby all stared in horror toward the Moon Concealment Sect, completely unaware of what had happened.
At that moment, they had only one thought: run as fast as possible, lest they be caught in the crossfire.
It was clearly still broad daylight, yet the sunlight suddenly vanished, and night enveloped the sky above the entire Moon Concealment Sect.
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