The Chaos Ropes, Immortal Binding Rope, Dragon Subduing Stakes, and other treasures were absolutely perfect for sneak attacks and dirty tricks.
And yet they were all in the hands of the honorable Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect.
Think about that!
Willow God had been caught off guard and bound so tightly she couldn't move.
"Demoness, take this sword!"
True Person Huang Long roared as he raised his immortal sword and slashed at her neck.
"No!"
Bixiao cried out and rushed to her rescue.
It wasn't just her. The other Jie Sect Disciples had finally reached the end of their patience and were ready to teach the Chan Sect a lesson.
Daoist Duobao's eyes gleamed as he considered whether to seize the opportunity to send them all to the Investiture of the Gods.
After all, the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation had started because of them.
Even if they killed them, they would merely be fulfilling their tribulation.
Before they could make a move, the battlefield changed again.
True Person Huang Long's immortal sword was shattered into dust, and he was sent flying, grievously wounded.
If not for his exceptionally powerful Dragon Clan body, he might not have survived.
At some point, a figure had appeared in front of Willow God.
Her hair streamed behind her, and her sleeves fluttered in the wind. Her slender figure was peerlessly graceful, as though she had stepped out of a mythical world. She was so aloof and transcendent, like an immortal descending to the mortal realm.
Her aura was otherworldly, as if she didn't belong in this world. She seemed untouched by worldly concerns, as though she might ascend to immortality and leave the mundane world at any moment.
Yet her face was concealed by a Ghost Face Mask, revealing only her chin