"Giggle, giggle. I heard the Sunset Dragon Hall has a fourth-grade Alchemy Saint, and quite a few other Alchemy Saints are here too. But today, every last one of them will die!" A babyish laugh rang out. Under the full force of that peerless slash, the other party seemed scarcely affected.
"Baimo Infant Corpse, Yuanhua Extreme!" Muye Hongchen raised her brows, a sharp light gleaming in her eyes as wind and fire surged around her.
Just then, more than five hundred dragon soldiers stationed here to protect the Alchemy Saints hurried over. When they heard Muye Hongchen's words, their expressions changed.
"I never thought anyone would still recognize my power after all these years!" Fine snowflakes began drifting down again. The other party gave a soft laugh, seemingly paying no heed to the five hundred dragon soldiers before him.
"Fall back and protect the Alchemy Saints! The Baimo Infant Corpse probably didn't come alone." Muye Hongchen waved her hand, her fighting spirit blazing like a roaring fire. At that moment, shadowy corpses appeared among the snowflakes, which drifted toward her one by one.
Muye Hongchen struck into empty space with a claw. It collided with several snowflakes that looked light as air, and in an instant, the claw's shadow seemed to freeze in place, locked in the void by the snow.
The more than five hundred dragon soldiers split into ten groups. The three at the head each held a Dragon-Yang Blazing Sun Banner, watching their surroundings with solemn expressions. Even with the Baimo Infant Corpse said to be attacking, they had no reason to believe Muye Hongchen would necessarily be at a disadvantage.
Lu Xiaotian continued controlling the overall balance and transformation among the dozens of strands of alchemical energy. His gaze held a measure of surprise as he