Front line.
In the sky, Hundred Flowers Fairy's avatar was still keeping the evil flood dragon at bay.
Her Emerald Green Rainbow Feather Garment fluttered in the wind, and her long hair streamed behind her. Her eyes, clear as autumn waters, brimmed with charm, drawing every gaze.
Unfortunately, a veil obscured her face, keeping anyone from seeing it in full.
Though she was only an avatar, her bearing and grace were no different from her true self's.
Glancing around, the avatar extended a jade finger and pointed at the empty space behind the evil flood dragon. "Blade Emperor, why are you here?"
At her words, a figure appeared in the void.
He was powerfully built, with eyes that gleamed like a god's. A long, narrow scar ran down his face, from his forehead across the bridge of his nose and all the way to his chin.
A greatsword as tall as he was rested on his back.
He was the Human Race Alliance's deputy commander on the front line, a Blade Path cultivator at the peak of Spirit Transformation Late Stage—the Blade Emperor.
The Blade Emperor gave a grim smile and pointed at the scar on his face. "This is a golden opportunity. Now that you're here, of course I had to come in person and make sure you don't get away."
"Because you lost to me with that move all those years ago?"
"Exactly. I've kept this wound from healing all this time, just so I could take revenge on you."
"So you were the traitor all along." The Empress suddenly smiled. "Back then, you relied on your higher cultivation to sneak a peek while I was bathing. You even tried to force yourself on me, and after I beat you senseless, you actually held a grudge?"
The Blade