The Battle's End

How long did ten li take for a Divine Way Realm cultivator?

A few breaths?

No. A single instant was enough!

In almost the blink of an eye, the group had appeared before Hanyu and Su Xiaoxiao.

From spotting them to arriving had taken no more than a breath—not even enough time for Hanyu to react.

The Artifact Spirit had barely finished shouting, "Bottle, give us some mist!" The words had hardly left his mouth before they were there.

Shi Xiu's beautiful eyes swept over the two of them, lingering on Su Xiaoxiao for a moment before settling directly on Hanyu.

"You're the one the Heavenly Dao Sect left in the Central Continent?"

She smiled and spoke softly, her face as lovely as peach blossoms. Now and then, her delicate hand brushed over that great expanse of fair skin.

Uh...

Hanyu stared without blinking—not because she was alluring, but because this woman was exactly the sort he disliked most.

Too small! And squeezed in!

"C-close your mouth. Don't say what you're thinking out loud!"

The Artifact Spirit seemed to sense what was coming and hurried to stop him, afraid this bastard would blurt it out just as he had when mocking that little evil cult temptress.

Things were different now. The woman before them could slap them both to death at any moment.

"That's not me!"

Hanyu denied it without a second thought.

"He's not. I am."

Su Xiaoxiao stepped forward with surprising loyalty. Hanyu was almost moved to tears.

But soon his face darkened again. Su Xiaoxiao had been hanging around Yanluo Hall the whole time. How could he be the hidden hand?

This was worse than saying nothing!

As expected, Shi Xiu and the other two remained unmoved. They reached out, and three Dao Palaces appeared at once.