"Are you Ba Zunan?"
Not long after the dragon's roar over Siling Mountain faded, the Wind Clan had yet to capture a frontal view of the Holy Palace.
Spatial profound meaning descended from the heavens without warning! The sharp feminine shout that came with it brimmed with provocation, changing everyone's expression at its sound:
"I have long heard that ancient sword cultivators charge forward without hesitation and fear nothing. Some even say the Eighth Sword Immortal is untamed and unruly, doing whatever he pleases."
"From time to time, I have wondered whether such words are merely those of frogs at the bottom of a well, ignorant of how high the sky is and how vast the earth."
"Or whether they are the petty antics of some arrogant fool, beating his own drum only to make a name for himself across the world?"
Crack! Having only just emerged from the Dead Sea, Feng Zhongzui froze solid upon hearing this.
The spectators of the Five Domains were even more dumbstruck with shock.
"Who?"
Who on earth possessed such nerve?
Calling herself this Emperor, looking down on the Eighth Sword Immortal, and spouting such wild words before even showing herself—was she tired of living?
As the Profound-Meaning Array Diagram withdrew—
There was no ripple or disturbance to either side, but within the battlefield appeared two petite figures standing shoulder to shoulder.
One was Ye Xiaotian.
The Five Domains were already familiar with this white-haired Daoist child, so no one paid him much attention.
But the little girl in purple at his side, just as tall as him, truly made everyone's jaws drop.
She was far too petite, as though she had yet to come of age.
Yet she stood with both hands clasped behind her waist, wearing the air of a venerable elder.