Amid the wrecked plaza, the many emissaries of the rankings looked at one another, shocked beyond measure!
Young Master Guiling... had truly fallen?
He was Venerable Wu Xian's son!
Chen Invincible was finished!
That breathtaking woman in the Green Leaf Long Skirt was doomed as well!
"Sword Thirteen has made another move after a million years. How could we miss such an epochal battle?"
An elderly Immortal Emperor at the peak level, with white hair and beard, shouted and was the first to transform into a streak of escaping light, shooting into the heavens.
Immediately afterward, the ranking emissaries snapped out of it one after another and scrambled into the sky to watch the battle.
"Husband, does that sister... have a good chance of winning?" Nalan Xueqing asked softly.
Chen Xuan smiled freely and said indifferently, "Sword Thirteen refined the Immortal Origin of a Primordial Era Dao of Sword expert and broke through the Immortal Venerable bottleneck. His Dao of Sword is fairly decent—barely at the early Mystic Immortal Realm... As for the outcome of this battle, it is one to nine!"
The two sisters were utterly confused, having no idea what level the Mystic Immortal Realm was.
But one to nine... who exactly had the ninety-percent chance of victory?
When Nalan Xueyao asked curiously, Chen Xuan scraped her lovely, delicate nose, his doting affection fully apparent.
Chen Xuan laughed. "What I mean by one to nine is that if Alice erupts with her full strength, she can kill Sword Thirteen nine times with a single strike! Even if he had nine lives, he still would not survive!"
"Ah?"
Nalan Xuejiao widened her beautiful eyes in shock, her full breasts bouncing like snow rabbits.
"My two wives, let us go watch as well!"
"Mm!"
By the time Chen Xuan and