In an instant, Donghuang Mingyuan suddenly felt the void before him grow colder. It was as if, in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a block of ice.
It was so close he could almost touch it. Even his boiling blood seemed about to freeze solid the next moment.
He felt as though it were unreal. How could anyone in this world stand against the Four Great Sects and all the heroes beneath heaven?
The witch was the common enemy of every cultivator beneath heaven.
That was what his father and the elders of the clan had said. How could they be wrong?
No, the moment he heard his younger brother swear an oath to the heavens, he knew he had lost.
Or was it the entire Eastern Phoenix Clan that had been wrong?
After a brief silence, the air before him abruptly turned bone-chilling. He moved a hand, and it seemed as if countless flakes of ice and snow were falling from his body, about to freeze him solid the next moment.
Even the aura of the unfamiliar brawny man before him had changed.
He drew a deep breath, intending to fight to the death, but Donghuang Ziyan, who had just dashed up behind him, caught him by the sleeve.
In an instant, she sensed a cold, deathly aura.
It was an aura of death and slaughter. She did not want to gamble.
Thinking it over carefully, she and the woman before her had no life-or-death grudge. It was the clan elders who could not tolerate the young woman as she was now.
That was why Donghuang Yulou would rather live in seclusion in Turtle City than return home.
She couldn't do anything about who was right or wrong.
At least, in her eyes, from the