Little Irene's eyes blinked and blinked. In her eyes, these people were just trash, and she could crush them to death with a single hand. She had no idea what they were acting so arrogant for when they had no strength at all.
"Whatever Qingshan Sect you are, in my brother's eyes, you're nothing more than clowns."
Her mouth poked out high.
Oh, ho!
She wasn't old, but her tone was certainly bold.
"Where is your brother? Watch me slaughter him," the young man said with a disdainful laugh.
"Look!"
Little Irene pointed behind her. Instantly, the crowd was left completely baffled. They looked at each other in confusion, and in a split second, met each other's eyes and burst out laughing!
That True Immortal in the black robe was her brother? It was simply intoxicating.
Someone sneered, "Daring to play tricks on our Qingshan Sect, kid... you're the first!"
So she had been playing with them all along!
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present froze in surprise.
"Damn it, you're courting death!"
"Catch them! Let them experience the cruelty of our Qingshan Sect."
This time, without the young man having to boast, his guards could no longer hold back. With expressions of fury, they charged straight at Little Irene and the others.
The few women from Taixu Palace were dumbfounded by this point. Originally, when they heard Little Irene say her brother was here and that he wasn't the black-robed man, they had all felt there was still hope.
They never expected that her brother really was the black-robed man, and that he had acknowledged it!
Now it was all over.
The six women looked at Ling Yun with eyes full of sorrow and grievance, helplessly drawing their swords as they prepared to charge out together.