The sudden voice left both the man and Qing Yao stunned.
The cold wind seemed to freeze in an instant.
Qing Yao, poised to strike the killing blow, went rigid. Every hair on her body stood on end, and her scalp prickled.
Even her murderous intent froze as she stared at Li Yun in horror.
Li Yun wore a blue robe, its hem stirring gently in the wind. He looked relaxed, almost lazy, with a faint hint of amusement, like a passerby who had stumbled upon a good show.
But to Qing Yao, he looked like a ghost!
This Secret Realm had lain abandoned for countless ages. It was desolate, and no one had set foot here in years.
She had chosen this place to kill Li Mu without a soul knowing. Never had she imagined that a third person would appear somewhere she had thought absolutely safe.
Worse, she had not sensed him at all.
What did that mean?
It was obvious. This newcomer was far stronger than she was—at least a Saint Emperor.
And a Saint Emperor could crush a Saint King as easily as playing a game.
"Wh-who are you?!"
"Why were you hiding here?"
Qing Yao's pretty face turned deathly pale. Even her voice trembled as she instinctively backed away two steps, Saint Power drawn taut throughout her body and terror filling her heart.
Li Mu froze too. Lying in a pool of blood, he endured the pain and raised his head to stare at Li Yun, who had appeared out of nowhere. His eyes were full of disbelief.
Never had he expected a stranger this powerful to appear when death had seemed certain.
Li Yun glanced over them both, then settled his gaze on the deathly pale Qing Yao. His voice carried a teasing edge: