Divine Illumination Art, a Strike Across the Ages

Lin Heng looked at the purple dress close at hand and was rather shocked. The reason was nothing else; he simply felt very surprised by her appearance.

"Master, you..." Just as he was about to say something, Meng Yutong interrupted him.

Meng Yutong did not turn her head. Standing where she was, she said faintly, "Rebel Disciple, if I hadn't followed you here, or if I'd been a few steps later, would I be collecting your corpse now?"

"Master?" Sun Chongzhi's originally grave expression gradually eased, and even revealed a trace of contempt as he mocked, "A Master in the Nascent Soul Realm, a disciple at the Golden Core peak... this old man thought some mighty expert had arrived."

When Cheng Xunwen sensed that the aura on Meng Yutong was not stronger than his own, he also relaxed.

"Her momentum is rather frightening, yet she dares speak of our life and death!"

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, don't get entangled with them. You deal with that brat, and leave this woman to me." Sun Chongzhi proposed.

"Good."

Meng Yutong smiled coldly. With a light swing of the Purple Firmament Sword in her hand, a surge of purple light gathered on the sword tip, and sword qi as solid as substance instantly spread out.

It was truly a tiger fallen to the plains being bullied by dogs. A dignified Return to Void True Lord was being mocked by two old things in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Her cultivation had only fallen somewhat, but her foundation was not something any random cats or dogs could try to porcelain-bump against.

Master and disciple understood each other without words, splitting left and right to avoid a clash of auras.

Cheng Xunwen was someone Lin Heng could handle alone. Even if he could not kill him, the